May the Road Rise to Meet You, The Memory of God

Socrates believed in the memory of God, or the Truth, whom none may look upon and remember in all his glory.

May the Road Rise to Meet You!

May the path lie down before you!

May the wind, be ever at your back.

May the sun, forever grace your face!

May the rains fall softly in your fields!

May your tears, be filled with laughter!

May your dreams, inspire greater deeds.

May gravity only put spring in your step.

May you find your own road less traveled,

And, until our paths might cross, yet again,

May God cradle you in the palm of his hand.

(Irish Blessing)

The Memory of God

Those amongst us who are closest to God,

Who have the fewest desires for themselves,

Know for themselves that elegant simplicity,

Can be, quite enchantingly beautiful!

Can touch us in ways, few things can!

Can be ever so delightfully intriguing!

Can be, ever so deliciously bewitching!

The priceless expression, on a newborn!

Before ever learning, how to even smile.

Before ever comprehending what it sees!

Before even doing, anything whatsoever!

Naive grace of the toddler reminding me,

What cannot be remembered or forgotten!

Embracing their awareness, of the context.

Holding me spellbound clutching nothing!

Touching me deepest while doing nothing!

Fathomless eyes, deeper than any blue sea!

Doing nothing spellbound in wonderment!

Doing nothing still moving me profoundly.

Doing nothing tiny heart bending the most!

The spark within All, brilliant light without!

The air we breath and path beneath my feet!

The great wide open swaddling our dreams!

Familiar silence echoing, lost in the distance!

Raising our sights without opening our eyes!

Accepting who we are in the great big world!

Taking it all in, never knowing what it means.

Clueless, about accomplishing anything at all!

Totally oblivious, still accomplishing so much!

Sheer wonderment at becoming a part of it all.

Running in circles all screaming and shouting!

Falling down on our a*s, laughing hysterically.

Jumping all about whilst howling at the moon!

Chasing our tails, as if attempting to bite them!

Finally rolling on the ground, totally hysterical.

Like all newborns' wondrous elegant simplicity.

Ignorant wisdom triumphant within the silence.

Ignorant virtue, shinning all the more brilliantly.

Our shadows abide, the greater presence of light,

Embracing every opportunity, to dance yet again!

Possessing a disarmingly naive charming humility;

Fading forever within the horizon, of God's memory.

Amusing themselves in peaceful carefree contentment,

Accepting, of whatever their fates would bring them next!

Embracing their private dance bursting into poetry in motion!

Within the greater context of the truth of all our feeble awareness,

Ultimate truth is never to be fully comprehended by mortal man;

Merely appreciated Socrates said in all the myriad good things,

And for the surprises they bring in whatever comes our way.

Embracing the light within,

Smiling with my entire body,

The path lays down before me,

Embracing, the soles of my feet.

Messaging caresses plying them,

Strange sensation of recognition,

As if, upon taking a familiar step,

As if having gone this way before,

Mother nature embracing me back!

Urging me on, to take another step!

The adoring path caressing my feet.

Mama pleading me, to dance again!

Universal chorus enjoins me to sing.

From nowhere and also everywhere,

To raise up my voice, to the heavens!

Memories of what is never forgotten,

Pleasant juxtaposition, of harmonies!

Time slowing within the rock of ages,

Silent voices laughing in the distance!

Shadows dance within their darkness!

Sparkling air accompanies each move!

Memories, of what all might only live!

Caressing my skin as if it were a lover.

Rays of light, dancing fairies in midair!

Twinkling motes, of blissful awareness!

Shadows, enveloping the dancing light!

The light dances, thrilled by their touch!

Ever so gently seducing my weary soul!

Ever so tenderly calling me home again!

The path first tread upon long, long ago!

Using deliciously lightest of all footsteps,

By the ancient humble, children of earth!

In the time before time ever even existed.

Lost horizons all vanishing in the sunset.

Boundless unknown, frames of reference!

Dreams beyond, our wildest imagination.

Awareness beyond any words to express!

Concepts beyond any and all mortal men!

Hearing silent laughter, knowing nothing!

Wonder Remains The Beginning of All Wisdom!

Discovering new dimensions without end!

The invisible world around us, and within!

Knowing, the only thing I know is nothing!

Surrounding warmth of inner contentment!

Feeling connected, to all that surrounds me,

Humbly embracing any foolish uncertainty!

Unaware of passing changes in any seasons!

Oblivious to the march of time, ever onward.

Unaware, of the changing passage of seasons!

Long since forgotten requiem of a long lost lullaby.

The swan soars to ever greater heights within!

Its pulse surging, as its heart begins throbbing!

Spreading its wings testing the ravaging winds!

Raising its head to gaze on swift moving clouds,

Overwhelming joy just to do what its born to do!

Elated by the thought of spreading its own wings!

Rejecting the idea the gusting winds can ground it!

No vagaries in the weather, can become limitations,

No mere gusts of wind, intimidate a powerful swan!

Rising above the water, the swan leaping into the air!

With nothing but blue skies upon the great wide open,

Leaving the earth behind never bothering to look back!

Becoming lighter and stronger, with each beat of wings,

Effortlessly rising above storm clouds, upon the horizon!

The future remaining wide open for a rebel without a clue!

Content to build castles in the sand, with the tide rolling in!

Totally oblivious, none yet, stands against the incoming tide.

Just as the setting sun on the horizon, never sees any darkness,

The future's so bright, the swan has to don sunblock and shades!

Reflecting the memory of God above, in all the good things below,

Alluringly smooth baby butts can entice but often hide their poopies!

Reviews

[Isimbabi]

This is beautiful. Literally and aesthetically