mother mary comes to me...
bright moonlight courtyard
as the majestic canary island pine
stand tall as witness
the playful shadows of leaves
gently swaying in the wind
and the melodous sounds of a flute
flowing from the cd player
as i rock baby in my arms
eternity for a moment
serenity is always there
under a falling leaf
if i care to look,
on the wings of a note
if i care to listen
with the soft caress of a baby's touch
if i care to feel
from the scent of a flower
if i care to smell
inside the juice of a fruit
if i care to taste
jad forces me to slow down the thought process
to stop thinking and be in the moment
to see, hear, touch, taste and smell the roses
what may seem like a burden
taking care of an infant
and giving jad all of my attention
is actually a blessing in disguise
a way to work myself out of this rot called life
little buddha is not screaming out of boredom
but out of fraustration
that i am constantly refusing his invitation
to take a journey together
into eternity
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