Leaking Pen (Wellington, New Zealand)
Flew down to meet me from the unknown
Her spirit beyond the hours
Where light intercepts the night
In land of transition
Where creation forged
Wings Yearning to fly back to
What mysteries lay hidden within her soul?
Why am I the one to be her path?
In this moment in time
I wonder if all creations
That stood the test of eternity
Came freely from her bust
The chosen one she chose freely
Look at me: torn patched shirt,
Tight belt, worn out sandals, bleeding soles
Mud on my face, black dirt under my nails
Most common of the common
Why showcase my case while others
Perfections avail landings
Paved in the purest of soft gold,
And the sweetest jasmine smells, not I
Forgive my inner voice for gestating:
What is it about my rural dirt road?
Where few pilgrims hesitating when the
Wrong turn taken:
Way of the Hajj?
Way of the rosary?
Way of the lotus?
Good or bad days around the clock
I trod the burden of hardened life
Strapped on my backs, hunched profile
My determined fields walk.
I’m with the least worldly possessions
Stubborn to temptation from soft bellies
I seek beauty equal to thorns
Nature’s balance: pride with humility
How many times have I been pricked?
As I plow the fields of life
My legs mapped so very well
More bruises than skin to show
Rewards temperate as the weather
Never know when daily bread will arrive
Has burden ignited my faith and deepen it
By receiving poetic gifts?
From spirit world beyond my knowledge
I’m a simple man at heart
Giving back freely my sole possession
The fairest of all
My one equates three
Love my neighbor as myself
Tend my flock at early dawn
Embrace my family at dusk
Spirit took my spirit home.
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Copyright Leaking Pen 2013
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