to the stone that sharpens axe,
to the stone that grinds pepper,
As I alighted from the express electric train,
My eyes traveled to the happy people;
Concentrated smiles of contentment playing
On the nourished faces
Love, a cup I hold;
I've drank and from whence I am drunk.
The cross on my shoulder lay.
In fear I whimper;
I cannot die this I know so well.
I am nature and nature is me.
Same as we are, we move; flow together as one.
One from one and the other back to source.
Love clothed in odds this much never have I seen
Or ever I found so shrouded in mysterious misery.
Wounds from Cupid's arrows in ages past fester.
Her heart ache with longing,
I ponder in my heart if feelings they have
Or thought of their own posses they.
I am thinking in my mind if they too have souls
Or do they think we are unfair to them
Where our wisdom is lost,
Where our identity is missed,
Where blind man leads full sighted folks
I am too moved to be moved
Too empty bellied to be hungry.
Every day I live a stranger to myself,
A riddle boxed in mystery,
Love they call it but it get me confused.
To my mummy, it is called love,
The one for my babe affection yet it’s love
The one for my work, dedication yet love it is
The world‘s upside down
You wear your coat front -backward
You think upside down
You make me feel awkward