Treasure Island

Diana van den Berg

(4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

Try It


Loving the world
unconditionally
is
a dance
of rounded
ballet grace
of electric Flamenco clicks
of tango passion
of running
in Rimbaud abandon
through fields
of wild, wild flowers.

It’s honey
and cream
slow on the tongue.
It’s pan flute
notes
silver
and savoured.
It’s fingering silk.
It’s stroking
a purring cat.
It’s the healing
deep in the eyes of
adoring dogs and horses.

Loving the world
dissipates stress,
envigorates the soul
and paints the spirit whole.

Try it. It’s easier than you think.

(19 July 2005)

Submitted: Thursday, October 03, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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