The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself
in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
that was nothing but tears
in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind
the rose led us to our eyes
let whatever is be open
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?Book of Hours, I 2
Sunny beautiful Friday ,in Quebec
In the Night, when it is quiet
I can hear your whispers
Like an owl, I take flight
A serpent coiled ready to defend
All in need!
[Last day in Australia ,]
Let not pious judge the meek,
Each for his own deeds will speak.
Whether I am good or bad,you judge yourself,
You reap what you sow,find what you seek..
From a Persian poem.