Michelangelo’s lost Formula

After trying many years, and then
impoverished, I found the fountain of delight
it is an inner wealth, splendid wife

a seed divine, that glows with inner-harmony
it is the returning Tao, life’s estate
when beauty and love’s metaphors

lay dormant, pregnant, knowing, intrinsic –
Oh my beloved nature’s like that too
after many trying years, and then

my mind fell silent and no longer says
that desire or pain have any place to stay
only a smiling surrender, of the triumphant way.

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Now I the art of taming souls possess

22.09.2013

All winged creatures have I loved
All flowers small, all oceans brave
The stillness round my form
Swept all spirits with a smile –

Between the drama, and the storm
All lovers have I befriended
All children that passed me by
With eyes full of empathy’s tears

For the last onset, of love witnessed
In his beloved power, and breaths
As blue as uncertain waves
That could flow for eternity

Between windows of light & life
With lips to sip the jasmine bashful
As reaching late his flowering soul
That counts the nectars and treasures bliss.

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