A POEM OF THANKS

Shall I sing my gratitude to you

In a broken voice

That no longer sings true?

Shall I dance for all

You have done for me

In tired feet and worn out shoes

Around the willow tree?

Or shall I just try and write

Only a part

Of what sings and dances in my heart?

I’ll opt for this last solution.

I am no Shakespeare, no Molière

But the human dance of life in motion.

You see my friend

As I now walk free,

It’s thanks to you

That you let me see

That I am loved.

And yet my liberty

Enables me

To see the motes of love and light,

The spaces in between

The benedictions that divinely fall,

The photons of happiness,

I answer to their call.

I am free to dance,

Free to sing,

Free to love

Free to be,

Yet even with all this,

I am still only me.

But in the slow dawning

Of who I truly am

You arrive, love me

And then move on.

Leaving me to dance

The dervish whirl

Where all is one.

But this is no trance

But joy and pain

That I freely embrace,

And eyes wide open

In wonder, in gratitude.

And just in case

You want to know the secret

Well, there is none,

Just a heart full of oneness

Which beats inside

My dusty outer skin.

You helped me see

That beyond the scars of life itself

A person truly can go free.

And so I write my gratitude,

The voice can’t sing

The feet can’t dance

But my heart is now a multitude

Of eyes wide open

Of perceptions true

Of compassion

In a soul that now is new.

And so it is

Au revoir and not adieu

The road rises up to bless my feet

And I now tread with conviction

Up to meet

Whatever lies beyond the horizon

Maybe death, maybe angels,

Maybe a lover true,

And all this now, in gratitude

To you.

Pendé, le 24 mai

15h00

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