The will of God brought him here
Empty, his heavy load walks in fields,
Tall grass entwined, dancing
As his warm breath weeps.
Do you see the curves of the garden?
Do you listen to the wind?
The mountains and rivers, a poet,
Endless sky her fragrance,
Feel her moon, a garden path.
How hard is it to apprehend a moment of seeing?
The surrendering of the heart
Causes flowers to bloom,
Eyes become the rhythm of our breath.
There is a flower between our heart and our eyes,
That which exudes forth, is one.
If anything is anything, it is love.
A traveller, his cup empty
That he may fill with the dawn of love
And rest in her arms.
She is within, breaking sunrise
And sipping dew with the birds.
Travelling is not forever.
Do not worry. He who caused the fall, will save.
(c) A Hannan