Your smile goes so deep,
it makes me happy and I wonder
if I can ever find a star
that matches the brightness of your eyes.
The curve of your lips hides nothing,
everything is there in plain sight.
It is all so simple, yet a beauty beyond compare.
How can I protect that smile of yours?
When I lay the moon and stars at your feet,
will you keep smiling for me?
Or is it better to leave them in the sky above,
so I can catch their reflection in your eyes
as you move ever closer and closer and closer…
There are no clouds of boredom in my living sky,
no lack of purpose as time passes by.
I grasp the moment with all my soul,
firm, yet gentle, of my own destiny I take control.
Shaping, like a potter, form from naught,
organically grown, the shape at end matters not
for it is the experience itself, the path I took
that writes the chapters of life in my book.
I printed this from a website many years ago and I still love it:
I saw the immense beauty of the twinkling stars;
like countless diamonds on an inky cloak
of inaccessible and inscrutable depths.
The sparkling stars dim and gracefully recede.
The morning star preaches about the coming light;
an epoch of uproar and change,
an epoch of progress and enlightenment.
The dark night on a furious retreat from a battle lost.
The divine morning sun rises in a magnificent battle dress
of smouldering red, orange, and yellow.
Now, godspeed traveller…
As I put on my poems page:
mom and dad,
for putting me on this world, hard as it was…
all the loving people in my life,
for you have guided me in my first steps…
all the people in the early stages of my life,
for showing me how the apparent strong have to pick on the seemingly weak…
all the people in the school-going phase of my life,
for being enemies, even though I had no idea of any crime committed…
all the people in my working experience,
for showing how simple values seemingly have to make way for money and power…
dearest of friends,
whom I consider my refuge and guardian angels when I need to exhale…
for being the ever-present pool of water in which to reflect…
for the realisation that I am but a small part of a bigger thing…
race of Buddhas,
for showing me the Eightfold Path,
the Four Noble Truths,
and the miracle of compassion and ‘the blowing out’ of the ego…
Namu Amida butsu…