The anguish slips out of my body
As my fingers glide over the keyboard
Of my guitar.
The music arrives to heal
Your sick body,
It arrives to soothe the pain of the mind.
A unison with God
That resolves fears,
A continuous prayer
Among the highs and lows
Of perfect notes.
The strings vibrate,
And my soul vibrates.
I dissolve into the moment.

A bee taps at the windowpane;
nature calling, calm and plain.
A world grown blind, in vain.

You cannot grasp it with your hand,
yet in your heart, it makes its stand.
It comes like lightning through the night,
then lingers quietly in your sight.
When weak, it lets in seeds of doubt;
when strong, it turns the battle out.
For it, so many met their end;
for it, the Saints began to ascend.
It lifts the poor in deep despair,
and haunts the rich with empty care.
On your last day, it holds you tight;
was it all worth the steadfast fight?
Only if we wake once more,
will we know what faith was for.

Today is my last day.
Even if tomorrow I wake up.
I no longer remember anything from yesterday.

I’ve crossed the borders, seen and veiled,

to flee the sin where sloth prevailed.

I tied myself to life’s high mast,

“to follow virtue, knowledge vast.”

Was it worth the storms I braved?

I yield to silence, judgment saved.

But no: “to drown is not so sweet”

in seas where hope and sorrow meet.

To a friend, a secret you may share,

with laughs and truths beyond compare.

In times of need, they’ll hear your call,

in dreams and life, they give their all.



A friend will give, yet never claim,

they’re always near, not playing games.

They won’t sit back when you’re in pain,

they reach right out through sun or rain.



If guidance is what you require,

a friend’s the one whom you’ll admire.

And if good fortune comes their way,

no envy drives your bond astray.



In a world that chases wealth and show,

we often miss what truths bestow.

But don’t forget what sages know:

a friend is treasure’s truest glow.

Keep well in mind
all secret codes.
Memory
is the safest vault.
Losing it would mean
wandering anonymously
in the limbo of the insignificant.
I too have an access code for everything.
But no one ever revealed to me
the one for your soul.
Nor ever will.