to me it seems that the truly rich
are the contemplative,
the homed
are the ones
who can find a home
or create one
for someone else
the orphaned
are the ones who have forgotten
to look into the soul of the world
and one another's eyes
the blessed are the ones
who find themselves cradled
in the arms of the stars
feeling themselves more beloved
than anyone on earth
knowing the Creator
wishes everyone
to feel like that
knowing
love is waiting:
like a favorite woven hammock
in the jungle between the betel-nut and the soursop tree
like the tiny waves that seek the shore
to say hello over and over
to kiss the cheeks
of the hermit *****
like the seahorse clouds
brilliant orange and red
mirroring the ocean until
the whole world is a sunset,
i am in the sunset, i am the sunset
and the sun never really sets after all
it's bringing light to india
kenya hawai'i
it will
be back
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
to me it seems that the truly rich
are the contemplative,
the homed
are the ones
who can find a home
or create one
for someone else
the orphaned
are the ones who have forgotten
to look into the soul of the world
and one another's eyes
the blessed are the ones
who find themselves cradled
in the arms of the stars
feeling themselves more beloved
than anyone on earth
knowing the Creator
wishes everyone
to feel like that
knowing
love is waiting:
like a favorite woven hammock
in the jungle between the betel-nut and the soursop tree
like the tiny waves that seek the shore
to say hello over and over
to kiss the cheeks
of the hermit *****
like the seahorse clouds
brilliant orange and red
mirroring the ocean until
the whole world is a sunset,
i am in the sunset, i am the sunset
and the sun never really sets after all
it's bringing light to india
kenya hawai'i
it will
be back
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