A coil of light/ patterns broken and remade/in the path to certitude -Poem by June
“None have I sought nor any will I seek save Thee; no path have I trodden nor any will I tread but the path of Thy love. In the darksome night of despair, my eye turneth expectant and full of hope to the morn of Thy boundless favor…”
-‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Baha’i Prayers
A cathedral attracts me
Day by Day
To find the way light
I see gaps of darkness
How I long
For my garden
Waves in ponds
Bridges suspended over
Of a garden in water.
Lotuses form lilies
Whispering to me
Mocking my blindness as
I look through glasses,
See strange tints
I think you would have painted the cane
And built a garden in tropical terrain.
Your canvas would have contained the Ulysses
Fleeting life frozen on canvas.
You would have captured the Misty Mountains at every time of day
The golden gumboot would not have been your choice.
You would have liked a hut I see on the way to Cardwell
Or a tiny church I know that’s tucked away in the cane.
You might have spent some time camping on Dunk Island
And joined their artist’s colony.
You would have wandered the beach when you were blind
And listened to the songs of the dugong out at sea.
(c) June Perkins
I shared this poem once before, but only the first part. I began to speculate what would happen if Monet came to North Queensland.
Suzanne says, “I’m an artist and a writer. My current creative expressions include photography, digital imaging and writing haiku. I live in s.e Australia and spend as much time as possible in nature.” A big thanks to Suzanne for permission to share her poem for the light theme on this blog. Suzanne is the third poet in my light series and I have been following her blogging and haibun journey for sometime..
Thanks to AB for permission to reblog this poem. You can find more of his poetry at Perspectives on life, the universe and everything. AB is the second guest poet on the Light theme.
AB Writes: When I was young I created a long list of things to do and places to visit. I also created a set of skills which I thought would greatly benefit me to live a fulfilling life. Finally I also promised myself that whatever happens I don’t want to live a life which is just ordinary. This is the place where I will tell you what extraordinary things are happening around me. ..’
My heart cries for them by night.
My soul speaks to them by day and
my loving arms can never quite reach far and wide enough
to hold them all within my love.
They say – your time is precious and
your heart too weak to carry their burdens.
They say – take time for yourself,
don’t get in too deep;
but deep are the cuts they inflict on their frail and shaking wrists
deep, is the hole our society has dug for them and
deep is how far I will go in order to pull up the hands of those who need me.
They say you will burn out
but the only burning I feel is the fire of love in my heart.
The only burning I see are the tears
that burn tracks of sadness down their defeated faces.
My heart will burn endlessly for them like a candle,
like a candle that burns and sacrifices its wax,
only to give light to a dark room for a short time.
I will burn for them.
You are light – I want to tell them
You are beauty – I want them to see
You are all that you need and more
And you are the love inside of me.
Society has failed you
Your parents too tired to see,
Your own self you seem to have lost,
But you will find solace in me.
By Raffi Daliri
I read this beautiful poem from Raffi Daliri on facebook today and asked her if I could share it as it’s full of ripples light.
It reminds me of this quote ‘The child must know that he is a miracle, that since the beginning of the world there hasn’t been, and until the end of the world there will not be, another child like him.’ Pablo Casals (Spanish Cellist and Conductor)” – June Perkins