By Navyn Naran
do i hear the trickle of spring?
do i see this first dawn welcoming the first warmth?
the peering of the shoot,
and tenacity of the hidden root,
a glimpse of the sniffing, soft nose of the cotton-tailed rabbit..
Nature is all-knowing
how did the world turn one day from winter to spring?
how did just the right distance from the sun bring warmth to our earth?
how did this One Gesture bring us shanti,
laughter to the cold temperature of many hearts?
color to paint, and fragrance into flowers?
how can man imbue this Grace into his own beating pump?
ejecting warmth, joy and
shared abundance into his breath ?
bridging smiles and hands for his own Spring
— and so the Spring of the world?
is it possible?
from One Soul!
a verse spoken over and over..who hears?
“words without thoughts never to heaven go”
you were aware of this once as a child i know it
knowledge of machinations of man’s world
has surely tainted your innocence!
the winter has teased its Time further ,
— hark; Spring follows hence;
the rotation continues uninterrupted.
sshhh….do you see its entrance ?
first, the barren vineyard treetops
bear the lightest green, then tinge of pink,
and maybe next week, crimson.
doesn’t a lover spontaneously touch his love with the softest kiss?
O spontaneous spring, surprise me!
hark, listen to the child,
truthfully telling all-
secrets his parents want to hide
so spring tells all;
as the eye ,
hide not my friend, verdantly let go.
sshhh! do i hear it coming?
the trickle of spring?
come hither and let my eye twinkle in your joy.
that, is the dress in which I will robe
to our One World
Date posted: Sunday, April 13, 2014.
Copyright: Navyn Naran.