how fresh o lord is your morbid flower
that plays with spring as in a dream
and returns in so many other colors
only to redeem the world with fragrance?
how strange is the land of evening
beauty so strange to reincarnate flowers
to which all grief melts away
in a garden of lush belonging
that says: “this too can happen on the earth”
like snow in may and blooms in december
i should suggest we learn a bit from flowers
how to act, to smile when the sun comes out
and to rejoice simply by the effort it takes
to say hello, to another down the road
these are thy wonders here, the pleasures
which run fast in paradise, for petals
and the dew, for flowers can wither fine
there will be another, after this shower.
Gratitude, is lost in this world
Of possession, accumulation, hoarding
You seek security, and end up losing choice?
And you want prosperity, trading it for freedom?
Learn then from God’s few messengers
This alchemy, be satisfied with what you are given
For greed takes away from some other person?
And having is meaningless in a temporary world
Be grateful for the food you eat
For the friends who listen to you
And when grief comes to teach you
Pay attention, do not fret as if it’s the end of the world
Gratitude, is lost in this selfish community
Where individuals are promoted for
A lonely self-absorbed heroics at the marketplace…
Be grateful for your health, and use this power
Responsibly, for wealth is not the praise of competition
It is a power to be given, a licence to help others.
Beloved, how am I to say?
How should the soul fly
Or find wings, for this heart’s powerful memories
That Love might win out over time
And sea not be ruined by our cities
Beloved, I have stood
For the duration of many suns
But nobody is saved from impermanence
So what heroism of gratitude
Can repay the service of this life given to me?
I have blossomed and found peace
Like a flower in full bloom
Thrived in this world of dreary separation
Starved for union, to things beyond this world
How shall the soul take wings?
You have the grace of answer
I’ve not the memory to wait all eternity
For one day the sun should wander
Outside of her limits, and the sky grow dark
Beloved, did not the Prophet travel?
From planet to planet, until all worlds
Found their equivalent to pure gold
Truth, justice, equality and shared wealth.