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 Category:  Spiritual Poetry
  Posted: August 1, 2020      Views: 19
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Chapter 3 of the book Book of Poetry
There is wisdom there
"The wisdom of the dewdrop" by Benny Beeharry
I stood between a haughty sea
Lit by the light of the rising sun;

So wide, but peevish
So vast, silently fuming and pretentious!
And yet so beautifully enhanced by a
festival of shooting colours,

And a drop of dazzling dew, a random pearl of crystal
Serenely and fearlessly facing the uncertainties of it's existence.

The sea will be calm tomorrow.
But tomorrow is far away,
Beyond the portal of thinking, still a wasteland
or a goldmine.

For the drop of dew caught on a blade of grass,
There is no tomorrow.
There is only now

When flowers grow
And the breeze sails boats of coolness,
When hills smile in the sunshine
And beautiful shadows glide like harmless ghosts.

What will be written in the sky tomorrow
There is no knowing.
Will the birds sing?
Will man survive?

But on its string instrument of false calmness
and peevishness
Storms and destructions
the sea will be there to rhapsodise.

How strange life is.
There is nothing certain here
We live,
We let live,
Then, then, then....
Only the echoes of our kind and beautiful words will remain
playing in the clear etheric valleys of the love
We leave behind.

For the cuddly dew drop this reality is always two steps away
At the mercy of the sun
Or the frolicsome breeze
Where tears and laughter write the lines of its short and frail life.

Seek not then tomorrow
It has no form
Nor sound.
A rowdy chimera, full of fears
And uncertainty,
Of fabricated beauty.

Carry your life in your hands,
Build your dreams bravely
And live them wisely
For there is no knowing when and where
You will need to return it.

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