If my soul could speak …

POSTED IN contemporary poetry June 15, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If my soul could speak, and you know it can,
Just as it can see and hear
It would tell of a wondrous world
That is near, so very near.

If it knew, and you know it does,
It would say what to do, just because
Of the love it bears
For me and you.

If it could hear, and I’ve said it could,
It would listen, then burn away pride
Draw its mighty sword and divide
Light from darkness, bad from good
And strive toward what it knew it should.

Until Nirvana’s gates stood wide
And it was asked to come inside
The world of oneness, to bow at the feet
Of Him whom it has come to meet.

With gratitude and grief for the past
Reaching that gushing font at last
Feel the wind through its hollow reed
Escaping both ambition and need.

Here is the shore of the ocean I named
It is just as close as before
But there is still a ladder to climb
Still another door.

Even poetry can’t describe
Those things that still lie hid
If my soul could go, and you know it did,
It would see these, too.

 

by Raymond Joy

http://raymondjoy.blogspot.ca