Eyes turned skyward,
the searcher searched....
Fingers turning pages of the sacred texts,
he looked....
Bible, Gita, Sutra, Koran
All pointing to a way,
to find,
which he failed to see, failed to hear, failed to feel
Seek and you shall find,
was the promise,
he believed went unanswered....
But,
within himself,
in the serenity of his heart
a celebration,
a consecration,
without beginning and without end,
continued....
as it always had
as it always would
Little did he know,
he was that angel,
he was searching for....
He held the very divinity
that he wished to find
He was the love,
whose embrace
he craved,
the miracle,
he so desired.......
He was born with it,
he lived with it,
he would die with it,
The knock at his door,
the longing that he felt....
was a sacred invitation
meant for him
and him alone,
to become.....
this celebration
this ultimate expression
beyond expectation
of all
that he
sought.....
And did you want to be infused....
with the messages of unrest
with thoughts of less?
Did you wish for eyes and ears filled with dust....
with races torn apart
with all reason sworn to depart ?
Did you wish for a cold unfeeling heart...
an apathetic feeling,
devoid of any sense of healing?
Did you request to be uninvolved....
left devoid of participation,
without the joy of anticipation ?
When you were a newborn child,
your eyes were open
your senses alive, your heart absolutely chosen
You saw the beauty,
you knew with such clarity
every possibility
Stars were your own diamonds
the sun, your kingdom
Love was the very air that you breathed
you swam fearless, in deep pools, every moment, every chance seized
You swung from invisible swings, flew without wings
heights and motion,
spurred your devotion
You are still...
that "child"
beguiled
with all the wonder
of incredible splendor
Or, you are that jaded "adult",
eyes warped by indifference,
heart stunted by ambivalence
It is your choice...
they both exist
waiting to dance at your request
