GIFT
A piece like this is not a poem, perhaps, in the usual sense or, to
put it another way, it is intended to be part of a genre that could
be called "a contemplation" or even "a mantra".
It is fairly tricky to avoid descending into complete cliché
when trying to do this- whether I succeeded here is up to
each reader to decide. More than in most forms, in fact, this is only
as useful as each person finds it. It is, perhaps, worth reflecting
that the best gift we can give is not material but lies in developing
more love, wisdom and awareness within us.
photo Mark Scrivener
GIFT
Warmed is the earth,
warmed are the
waters,
warmed is the wind,
in the sphere of the
sun's
warmth-bestowing
world glow.
Warmed is the seed.
Illumined is the
crystal,
illumined are the
waves,
illumined is the
vast sky,
in the rays of the
sun's
world-awakening
shine.
Illumined is the
eye.
Sun of the heart
may the love and the
life
shine from our
being.
Warmed be the deed.
Illumined the I.
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