At times I wish for isolation;
to run from the empty human race
Their words reach me: a senseless rumble
Their acts teach me: stagger and stumble
To live away from cruelty and civility;
the grass growing as untamed as my heart
Seven pure, Holy rains washing away decency
Where only clouds scrape the sky
I
Alone
with God
with Nature
At peace
with myself
with everything
At times I also long for compilation;
to run through the fields with another flushed face
Someone to fill the empty space God created
Someone to whom my soul is fated
To learn the pleasures of crudeness and simplicity;
the grass no softer than his heart
Seven lifetimes to our love too dearthly
Not even clouds can soar so high
We
Together
within God
within Nature
Complete
with him
needing nothing
The thought of endless solitude suddenly frightens
What if the Sisters Fate never reveal to me their smiles?
What if…
The stars quell my human qualms;
shimmering points of perfect calm
Each complete unto his own
needs no other the path to show
Yet, they stand not still;
they move to a Higher will
All playing part in the complex dance
which would be chaos if left to chance
My eyes are too low to see the road,
but I’ve enough strength to carry the load
Though my mind knows not where I go,
certainty is that my soul shall show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem