The Passing - Poem by Baru Gobira
Who enters your house must decree
He comes alone in peace
His search is you and you alone
Or he must live forever in shadow’s zone.
Who needs to hear your song
Must hear with heart
And see with minds eye
For your form alone can make thirst die.
I know not where the cows graze
I know only where tall grass grow
Where tigers wait for you to ride the wind
That pour, cool balm of solace over soul.
My Goddess I have not been bold
I have but one thought and that be you
Courage forsaken, humility fickle companion
Which house is yours L’ Ambica and where be that door.
I must knock, but what wood will carry sound
Meant for you who are but in me
And I who am in you, fear the hour
For I may never know, it was you who passed inside.
[April 25th 2005 Copyright ]
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