The Lucky One
My cold hands nestled surrounding this warm tea cup,
I sit within the Soul Café,
Amidst the soul hungry tea drinkers,
He Pulls up a chair,
Gets comfortable,
And asks me,
“Why are we here on earth”?
And then,
Without the true desire for my answer,
His exoteric dissertation,
Begins…
I sit in silence,
Listening to his desire,
To hear only the traffic within his mind chatter,
Within his short, monumental pause, I softly slide in my words,
“Perhaps we are here to love”.
His brow wrinkles, perplexed,
His head questions, ”What is your meaning of love?”
He does not see the small tear that begins to run down my cheek,
Or feel my heart breaking for him.
I look with tenderness into his eyes,
And quickly say,
“I’m so sorry, I forgot, I have an appointment. I have to go now”.
And then my soul whispers as I leave through the open door that enters onto the perfect sand path,
“I am coming my love,
To your pulsating waves,
to your rippling sands,
To the sunbeams dancing,
Upon your glorious blue green face.
Walking towards my ocean love,
I feel the intense rapture of other lovers,
And shout out,
“We are the Lucky ones!
My love is the unseen crown I wear,
That cannot be seen,
By those who reside within the mind’s parched dryness of trying,
To figure out what love is…