Dreams
Please Note: this poem is also published in this book.
My lovely life is full of many dreams
and various experiences too.
no matter how simplistic it may seem,
a dream I have today just might come true.
A dream begins as nothing but a spark
that gets developed to maturity,
through thoughts of happiness as from the lark
who thinks through tunes at daybreak filled with glee.
A grain of sand is hardly visible,
A tiny tangent of the beach of chance;
But when a being sees the beach is full,
They feel a sudden burst of confidence.
Though I am but a petty grain of sand,
The beach, to me, is truly close at hand.
The Race Turned Around
When running in a race
Only the backs of people are seen.
It is as if they are turned against you
Trying to win for themselves.
The people watching don’t understand.
They look to their left instead of right
And see the fronts of people encouraging them on.
But at the end, all you can hear
Is the cheery woosh of the spectators
And you feel a blue ribbon break off two posts
And you can stop running.
Because you won.
Just one of many racers.
The rest try not to be sore losers.
To do better next time.
--
Yes. You won.
Differently this time.
Not against others.
You competed against an earlier version of you.
You grew.
And if you are wise
You're ready to grow some more, too.
--
You’ve found your favorite way to grow.
To join hands
With others who have also grown.
When everyone helps in their own special way,
Knowing who is especially good at what,
We can all grow in a new way:
Together.
While making a contribution to our world.
First Successful Meditation
On my precious pillow hiding,
Legs are crossed and fingers touch.
My eyes close slowly, I’ll be riding
When I make my mental rush.
Calm, Hush...
I must repeat to rid my mind
Of random thoughts that leave so slowly.
I won’t try, just let it find
Me so that I can feel it wholly.
Calm, Hush...
Suddenly all that has found me
Takes me over, I free-fall.
Yes, that cannot be speech around me,
It must be my beckoned call.
Calm, Hush...
A sweet Palm, Lush...
A nice Psalm, Rush...
Calm, Hush...
Whose hand is this that’s taken me
Into its world and then come out?
’Twas such a feeling, now I see
What this indeed was all about.
Calm, Hush...
Calm... Hush...
Such... a Rush... is gone
I’ll make it happen here anon.