love – WORDS IN THE LIGHT

Radiant Sun

This may sounds like
a last au revoir.

It is not a brilliant poem.
Not even a child’s song.

I just want to write
a few words about Love.

There is no guide
but the Heart.

There is no wandering
when kindness is the Light,

and for even the tiniest spark
will turn into a radiant sun,

there is no darkness,
there is no farewell.

Between the end of the day
and the beginning of night
Love is made visible
and the soul-stuff is palpable.

Angled light, lengthening shadows.
Tranquil harmony of purple sounds:
peace and mystery rule the garden,
echoes of the sunset heal all wounds.

Evening Light.

To love is to see.

Elle ressemble à l’étoffe
dont les âmes sont faites.
Les jardins qu’elle inonde
se font miroirs de l’Autre Monde

et quand elle s’unit au Silence
l’Amour rendu visible
soudain n’est plus
indicible.

Lumière du soir.

Aimer c’est voir.

illustration: Sunset at Sent Charlez. Eragny
(Camille Pissarro, 1891)

give Him a broken umbrella
He’d like to get wet in the rain

give Him seven-league boots
He dreams to walk among the stars

give Him the closed book of destiny
He can guess the story

give Him a bit of your time
and listen to your heartbeat

He loves to hear
the sound of a Life

alive

Cello. Piano. Adagio.
Words fallen from the sky.
Why do they not want to sing?
What does their silence mean?

Emotion. Illusion. Delusion.
How to be sure?
Some rhymes are impure!
My questions make no sense!

Now that you live in
the World that is not a dream
you can read everything unwritten
and make music out of nothing.

It is such a nice way
to answer me.

if our eyes had filled up
with shadow and sorrow

if the Stars had faded away
if the Sun did not rise

there would always be
enough Light

enough Light in our Hearts
to illuminate the world

enough light to see
the shining face of Love

Blessed are those
who hide their name
and humbly kneel before a dog rose
for they spread the Father’s fame.

Blessed are those
who give a candlelight to the Night
for they shall receive the Dawn
as a reward for their gift.

Blessed are those
who ignite the Spark of Love
for the Spark becomes Fire
and the Fire becomes Light,

and the Light is the Word
and the Word never dies:
blessed are those who love
and believe in Life!

Heureux ceux qui cachent leur nom
et humblement s’agenouillent
devant une rose de chien
car il œuvrent à la renommée du Père.

Heureux ceux qui offrent à la Nuit
la lueur d’une chandelle
car ils recevront l’Aurore
en récompense de leur présent.

Heureux ceux qui allument
la flamme de l’Amour
car la flamme devient Feu
et le Feu devient Lumière

et la Lumière est le Verbe
et le Verbe ne meurt jamais.
Heureux ceux qui aiment
et croient en la Vie !

illustration: Christ in the Sepulchre
(William Blake)