The Oracles Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Oracles

If world is a trash, a stone or a garden,

If life is a cave you're hiding,
Inside a stone or a boulder,

A garden of permission granted,
Access to the best parties, the blue ribbons,

Every thing is neat and sparking, the dinner table set and you're enjoying the best meals,

Your best friends, you're loved ones, probably one of celebrations of your great milestones,

Or it can be the trash cans,
thrown to waste with you're imperfections and inputsof resistance,

Perhaps it's just this heavy boots and the trudging uphill,

Until one day you're called and dispatched,
Inside the beauty, the turbulence and the testimonies you've given,

Inside the stone, the trash or the perfumed gardens.