What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
......
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
......
Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
......
I do not ask for youth, nor for delay
in the rising of time's irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall
in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losing
as sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.
I do not dream that you, young again,
might come to me darkly in love's green darkness
where the dust of the bracken spices the air
......
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
......
I lived a quiet but active life, packed with brilliant sparkle and warm shine,
Like devoted lovers strolling under the captive moon, sometime after nine.
I was the manager of a jewelry store, with a number of interesting duties,
Like the duty of the fashionable redbirds, to linger in lush, ripe fruit trees.
I dwelt on a peaceful street with my family, and we hadn't lived there long,
In a house facing the mellowed sun, and a wild variegated butterfly throng.
It was a gracious older home, and we'd been given a housewarming party,
......
I loved the cool, blue-green seas, and was most at home on crystal water,
As earth, forever in the pale glow of a moon, looks fondly to its daughter.
I had always been a strong swimmer, for I'd learned at a very young age,
Like lights going out in the cities at night, so that history can turn a page.
I loved going to the beach in the summer, and I even had my own canoe,
As wind makes lace of the clouds at times, for lack of better things to do.
My friends and I had great times surfing, while feeling on top of the world,
......
Flashback of warm night,
Swirled in me like the silence of sight,
Suitcase of memories, travel after time
Almost left behind like a debris frite
Always you pictured me
Walk far-away too ahead
But I go slow longing for your head
The second hand of destiny unwinds
I feel I lost you
But if you open your eyes
......
For a spiritual wanderer
For the one who has
A long cherished desire
Of spending some parts
Of life in the midst of
Dense trees and turfs
It would be fascinating
For the mastery of serenity
A dream coming true
For the enlightenment of austerity
......
golden bee humming
lost in foliage jade green
where are the flowers
have you flown too far
long miles from the honeycomb
wherefore did you roam
you will find your way
back to the fields of colors
......