Wednesday, January 23, 2013

What is more important...

this minute
or this day
the meaning of the words
or the sound of what you say

what goes on in my mind
or the slow continuous breath

The glorious temple on the hilltop
or the wasteland down below

The tiny dew drop
or the bright red flower on which it trembles

the vast open sky overtaken by rain clouds
or the sweet tender lip of a baby's half opened mouth

the mad pulsating intimacy of the lovers
or the tall motionless tree under which they
and countless many before them kissed

in the truest of the feeling what i intended to say
or the moment i paused and left it unsaid

the tears of the one overwhelmed with music
or the blind flute player who unaware walks simply on

the pure thrill and joy in the child's eyes
or the eyes of an old man on the park bench who eyes him with equal wonder...

the invisible answer
or just the ecstacy of this ever expanding question....

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