THE AWAKENING
Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 5:15 am
THE AWAKENING
It yearned within my inner reaching.
It sat cross-leggedly beseeching,
a guru, knowing, waiting, teaching
and preaching of a life.
Defying still , I set out searching.
On parapets I sat there perching,
looking, longing, forward lurching
bladed as a knife.
I cut the strings that so have bound me,
felt the winds of love wrap 'round me
I watch in awe as life astounds me -
A piper plays his fife.
And with that haunting piper's tune
there comes a rising of the moon.
A butterfly from its cocoon
awakens into life.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper January 2016
It yearned within my inner reaching.
It sat cross-leggedly beseeching,
a guru, knowing, waiting, teaching
and preaching of a life.
Defying still , I set out searching.
On parapets I sat there perching,
looking, longing, forward lurching
bladed as a knife.
I cut the strings that so have bound me,
felt the winds of love wrap 'round me
I watch in awe as life astounds me -
A piper plays his fife.
And with that haunting piper's tune
there comes a rising of the moon.
A butterfly from its cocoon
awakens into life.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper January 2016
