I am not a religious person,
Practiced in the art of submission.
Religious belief and
Rituals seem to build walls
That separate me from God.
I adapted the rituals
To my own spiritual path,
The path that wanders in and out of
Circumstances written just for my journey.
On my window sill the light from the sun
Is a table so bright and
So beautiful that even a fraction
would come to list
the joys and exclamations
On the road where sages and
dancing girls sing their names.
The morning after my First communion,
Poems were sung by every bird I could hear.
If I Ever was awakened to life,
I Heard notes
That day,
Notes that were completely new to me,
Recited in songs
By birds I had never noticed before.
My heart was now opened to the
Mother of poems.
1 comment:
Ah yes, so nice to read again. I am particularly fond of the sages and dancing girls line.
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