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These Gifts
To see some truth in a stranger's eyes
I feel his mind, but I can't speak it.
The green light from April leaves
That soothes my thoughts, but cannot be translated
The easy, slinking, wariness of the feral cat.
The gypsy dance of the wind in the birch
The echo of the mourning dove
from the white-washed wall of the church on the hill.
These gifts are the hoarded treasure
in this dragon's cave.
When I fly at night, I am searching for the tale-teller
who will sing my trinkets to the world
But I fear his voice will be cold and weak.
And so I fear the cave will fill 'till it's choked...
But the sweet gifts just melt into my mountainous heart.
I gaze at the clouds and valleys,
At the cypress and the sea
And listen
In the hope that someday what I hear
Will not be me
But just an empty boat, adrift
On still water.
Kevin A. Shuey
We Shall See
There is no place, perhaps
Where you and I
Can both see love the same
But then, the light and shadows
Play their differenct games
Across the garden
Yet share their father sun
And when the moon
Ducks now beneath a cloud....
Or is seen through the upstairs window
Rather than with branches laced
As in the quiet yard
It's safe to say
There is but one soft silvery orb.
Kevin A. Shuey
We Dance
We dance in unbridled joy
Then try to draw the steps
Upon the floor
Pointing with zeal
At painted feet on stone
We extol the virtue of such steps
But where is the joy?
From whence has it come?
While walking on a certain road
The light of perfect love
Dawns in our heart.
We note the spot, the day, the time
And of that place would make a shrine
Does His love shine on this road only?
When the light, the order, the clarity...
When the joy of Truth shines forth
We cling to the shadows it casts.
Listen to Rumi.
His new rule is:
"Break the wine glass, and fall toward the glassblower's breath."
Kevin A. Shuey