where is my school? you ask
there, in yonder open plain
where countless fragrant bouquets of flowers
ever will remain.
but, it's devoid of walls ! you say
no roof, no tables, chairs, fluorescent lights,
no air-conditioners or electric fans
to keep one at ease in humid nights.
i tell you
my roof's the sky azure
my table and chair, the solid ground
that any weight endures;
my lamp's the effervescent moon,
the blazing sun, the twinkling stars --
you say they're faint, and yet,
you could not hide your smallest scars;
in humid nights the wind is free
my hair to comb
i feel
as if i am once more a fetus
in my mother's cozy womb.
where are your lessons,
again you ask of me?
look around you
feel, smell, hear, see:
the crawling ant,
the river's chant,
the sprouting seed,
yes, i have all the lessons
my life would need.
2 comments:
Namaste my brother, beautiful expressions of truth. Thank you for sharing your vision with us.
In Lak' ech, brother Sito, only love is real....
thank you again for the visit, dear brother. we are, in my humble opinion, forever students. each brand new day is a lesson of Life. Life, Light, Love ever unfolding ...
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