Welcome to my world he had said to her
What world is that she asked
A world of learning and books and wisdom he replied
She demurred thinking it meant isolation and monastic-like solitude
How could she know his was a world of wonder
Where wisdom and joy float like fine perfume from all things
Where the ten thousand things spoken of in the Tao
Merged into the One thing only to morph again
Were all is beauty and pure gift offered to everyone
A world free of Karma because of its selflessness.
She stepped back as if from an abyss
And would not join him
Perhaps it was not her time
But there is always tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
And he would wait, though it took a lifetime
Because he had no choice
11/5/2009 9:35 AM


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Mind-blowing! Now featured at Gather's Best.
A lucky person is she. This is a mystical poem, John.