JUST ANOTHER POEM...
I stopped believing in miracles the day a baby Hummingbird died in my hand,
nothing I could do to save his precious life...
It was a reminder of the passing nature of body-mind.
What is Important ?
To "be this'' , to "become that"...
Ja! I can only pretend and play the game of life:
To grab with fingers, to laugh and cry,
to walk here and there or maybe drive...
to say "Hi" to passing shadows, dance in the corner of a dark room,
leave an open book to read another day and sleep to escape into a dream, watching from above the empty space.
anjani
Jan 20, 2016
