The Year of the Life
The world I am
suddenly bloomed
in front of my eyes
like a butterfly.
For the first time
I laughed at my rat race
I laughed at the traffic jam
and did not blow my top.
Like a ray of sunshine
breaking though the clouds
and swallowing the fog
like a huge vacuum cleaner
the life and its meaning
dawned on me
Bracketed by the events
of birth and death
perforated by sorrows and mishaps
high lighted by the news reports of death
and decays,
This life
as a celebration of being
goes on,
smeared with the fantasies of a child
we all dance, dream
and dare to dive
into the danger
to drink the honey
in the cactus flowers
((*.*))
March 23, 2008 |