On the Narrow road

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”
― Basho


Open your heart to the misery

Of those who live without hope,

Learn to walk in another’s steps

To learn to extend your scope

Learn not to avert your gaze

When the world is set ablaze.

Give all that you have to give

And expect nothing and you will see

With the eyes of a child.

Do not count on your money, my friend,

Its value comes and goes,

Instead, count your hours, your days

Count all the blossoms of love

As they scatter on the breath of the wind.

Meld the ephemeral currency of love

Into your life. For all that will remain

Of us is love.

Tme flashes by

Leaving you high and dry

On the border of eternity,

Glinting in the sky,

As the angels do, on high.


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◄ Love will tear us apart, again

For John Donne, poet ►


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