Tomorrow I shall go
Today let me stay free
from signs, boxes, destiny, thoughts
Tomorrow I shall call
Today my heart feels detached
from stars, configurations and your insights
Tomorrow I shall act
Today the woods feel more exciting
more secure
Tomorrow I shall come
Today I am already gone
Within the midst of unknown
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3 comments:
very nice
here is one maori poem:
The sun may be clouded, but ever the sun,
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when into chaos the sytem is hurled,
Again shall the Builder, rebuild a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal,
Move on, for your orbit is fixed to your soul.
And though may it lead you through darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.
You were, you will be,
Know this while you are, Your spirit has travelled both long and afar,
It rose from the source, to the Source it returns,
The spark which was lighted eternally burns.
It slept in a jewel, it leapt in a wave,
It roamed in a forest, it rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long eons of years,
And now in the soul of yourself it appears.
From body to body your spirit speeds on,
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone.
And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought,
On the loom of the mind from the fibre of thought.
As dew is drawn upwards in rain to descend, Your thoughts drift away and in destiny blend.
You cannot escape them, for petty or great, Or evil or noble, they fashion your fate.
Somewhere on this planet, sometime and somehow, Your life is reflecting your thoughts of your NOW!
My law is unnerring, no blood can atone, The structure you built, you will live in alone.
From cycle to cycle, through time and through space,
Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace.
And all that you aks for and all you desire,
Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire.
Once list' to that voice and all tumult is done,
Your life is the life of the infinate one.
In the hurrying race, you are conscious of pause,
With love for the purpose and love for the cause.
You are your own devil, you are your own God,
You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod.
And NOTHING, will save you from error or sin,
Until you have harked to the Spirit within.
I like this poem as it reminds me of a good meditation.
my dear, thank you for sharing your vision.. lots of love to you..
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