What The Masters Knew Poem by Susan Lacovara

What did those wise writers know
The masters making sense
Of all that has apparently eluded me
Rumi
Neruda
Heese
Gibran
Their words, withstanding time
Mapping the love a life so craves
A useful compass for my wanderings
That I, so often lost,
Need only redirect my thoughts
Towards their teachings
Place one foot in front of the other
And move further towards the light

Tangledin the thicket of confusion
Intelligence tells me I am not to blame
For the actions of another
I cannot change anything
But myself
And this IS a day designed for change
Hard as it may be
Letting go of the dream
The Hallelujah- hope
That manifested itself
Within my every waking morning
When first thing, to meet your eyes
The world was newly born and open
Alive, the wilderness of untraveled passion
A present to open and share
We tore off the ribbons
And unwrapped the magic only lovers know
Entwined and elated
We wished for the same truths
Searched for the same comfortable emotional softness
Grabbed fistfuls of sunbeams and stars
To stockpile should thunder arrive

I gave all and everything
Until my pockets were empty
But my heart was incredulously full
I cold hear the masters writing sonnets
I felt the presence of God's power
I knew you had altered my being
I just did not realize how much....