IF THESE OLD WALLS COULD SPEAK



These sinews, arms and fingertips of winter
await the summer clothes
to hide the winter nakedness, but the beauty too
The harder we look, the less we see;
don’t try harder – just try to be.
Death is not an event in life, so do not be afraid:
connect the ends of ragged life’s straight lines
to form a circle without end.
Change is false appearance in a changeless world;
all is the same, and sameness
save in our heart’s response.
Some times are timeless sometimes
but lost in remembered time;
love only abides, if it is not satisfied.
Our lives are not a story, what happened, when or where;
not, are things true, or proved or verified
but can they in a single mind, a heart, a soul, make sense.
and passion find its recompense.
Were these ancient walls touched by laughter in the air?
If so, it matters not, when the joy was there.

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