26.11.09

'The Valley' Part Three by Tim Carrette

Here's the final part of Tim's wonderful poem.  Enjoy!


Love is a beast
of which we all want a piece
It cannot be stolen
It cannot be grasped

For it can slip away so very fast

A stranded ship without a mast
Upon whose waters we all set sail

Love boats are so very frail

Only the ocean stands the test
For it knows the rhythms beyond
worst and best

It knows that ebb and flow
still dance
both sides of this sacred romance

Love lost and found
is just a veil
upon which oceans we set sail

No wonder we live
No wonder we die
No wonder there is you
No wonder for I
No wonder
No wonder
no wonder.


    

The universe is far stronger
than idle wishes

She weaves
Serenity fabrics
soul to soul

She weaves
heart connections
that take us home

Why then do we persist with idle chatter?

Why then act as if
your tiny particle life view
even matters?



Why?



Because each tiny particle is but a stitch
that holds wholeness together
and through which love rides
forever

Forever cascading
through the immortal halls
of innocent wishes

  

If as they say
it is through pain we grow

Why then so little do we know?

Why are we not masters of bliss?

Who touch equanimity
when blessed with a young child’s kiss

Why?

Because then the ceaseless game of hide and seek
would be over
and the Divine masters
would roar with laughter
forever and ever
Namaste

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