Sitting With the Gardeners
A blank canvas
an empty stage
darkness in the primordial
vacuum of stars and space
a jug not yet filled
a reed flute hallow
yearning for the paint
yearning for the actors
yearning for the light
yearning for the water
yearning for the lips, breath
We assembled that night
one by one sat in a circle
forming a ring of unity
white, brown
light, dark skin
diverse background
diverse personalities
in the end-human
in the end-friends
brothers
The smoke swirls, leaps
from out mouths, colliding
and spinning, a spider
web of escaping essence
listening to the music of the
past, our ears leaping and
taking in the goodness.
Out comes the poetry
words of the past
Whitman, Lawerence, Gibran
Rumi-our hearts leap
with the joy of such
wisdom.
"Oh Captain, my Captain"
"God is born"
"On Pain"
"Gardens of Soul"
Flowers in the garden
we all are in a row
taking in the sunshine
rain and natural nutrition
from the earth
from the cosmos
from the Soul
from each other
Sultans upon ottomans
we recline, seeing what
no other pack can see
expressions rising and
falling, the wave of
imagination we glide
like the birds on a
journey along
the Way, guiding and
learning from each other
We kick up the dust
and go beyond the clouds
beyond reason and
heights, the sky breaking
down, its doors letting
down its guard, for us.
We are spinning with
all the protons and
electrons, whirling and
spinning with all
of the cosmos as
our playground. Finally
we all return to our
couches and chairs, the
time and hookah our
reminder of reality
packing up, we the
Caravan
The Sage of Wisdom
The Latin King of Knowledge
The Doctor of the Soul
The Romantic Seeker
The One who always had a Poet in him
We all experienced our own
Sema, our own level
of pure ecstasy, learning
and loving each other
Inspiration of infinity
We will all meet again
The canvas is painted
the stage has been set
the jug is brimming
and the reed flute is
crying.
But not for sadness
or pure separation
NO
it is singing for the
bond of friendship
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2010
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