love – WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Out of the Maze

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? (Khalil Gibran, “The Prophet”)

Wild flowers bloom
then fade.
Words flow in silence.
Tears go by.

Will we look
at the gates of Heaven
the same way
you were gazing at the sky?

How can we be sure
that Time and Love
work together
to lead us safely

out of the Maze?

First
I was tempted to hate
the flowers and the sky
the trees and the Night

then I even thought about
not forgiving God.
The Soul sometimes needs
to wear black

and to hide from the stars.
But the Sun shines
behind the darkest clouds
and finally I sing:

mon étoile
did not leave me
et j’aime toujours
the flowers and the sky!

Last Sunday we had
a walk in Madrid,
I saw a sea of roses
and many birds above

and a violinist writing in the air
flawless poems from the heart
and a woman painting with grace
the cruel colors of life.

But they did not amaze me.
The wound bleeds.
It hurts.
Nothing can give me solace.

The garden looks so sad.
There are red petals
from blown poppies
on the grass.

I feel so bad:
I lost a friend
killed at night
by a neighbor’s cat.

Black and white treasure.
Little baby magpie
fallen from the nest,
please be our guest again!

Oh my Teacher Bird!
Grief!
There is no other word
for it!

Stars were already shining
before I was born.
It seems they always will,
but they too shall die.

And the Moon
shall fall from the sky
and the sky shall grow dark
and I feel so scared.

But I’m not alone.
I have found a hand to hold
and a little comfort
in the light of your Heart.

by giving up
everything
but the spirit of giving

by loving the Daylight
and the Night
equally

by being willing to bloom
by consenting
to wither

we all can be
as beautiful as
a Flower