Tuesday, July 21, 2009

ONE COMING SUMMER MORNING.

Threads of hope
Beckon
Intent not so clear
But mission known,
That one coming morning
The scene will be so different
The stage so terrific
When our eyes will have to believe
What we will have to see.

Like magic makers,
Though not one
Rigors and toil
will be rewarded
Corn will yield corn,
Nettle will bring forth nettles.
No different from its kind.

Who will warn
The scoundrels of the land
Who will explain what is clear
Beyond its clarity.
Who will rewrite life
And let those who still don't believe
Do so.
About this coming summer morning
When common men will dine with kings
On the high table
Tell me?
Who will explain this.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

This Bond So Strong.

You modeled us
You likened me with you
With power,
You released me to the world,
I was unleashed
To make and to do.
To believe and to act.

Now i know,
Now we know.
Our lineage,our first beginnings.
Our humble starts
And for the reason
We rise and not fall
We believe and not doubt.

The sun has set on some
For some it has arisen
Our lights are never dim
Our plans never false
The age has come
To talk like the father,
He who is love.
And to think like the father,
He who is universal
Order he brings

Only he knows,
The patents we hold
The bars we can raise
And start a new order of things
Reveal to me,
This longings so strong.
This bonds so rich.
This affection so true.
This passion so enduring.
I don't wanna go without an answer.

Father,
Show me the signs
The ones i should look for
Could be its the ones i see
And fail to believe.
Could be it is the 'i' in me,
Could be it is within me
Or it is me.
Tell me now,
I will believe.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

FROM DEEP SLEEP

I have woken
From sleep deep
I had drifted away
From the universe
Till i knew
This is where i belong.
Thats why am here.

Don't ask,
From where i come from
Ask me what i have come with
Because i have riches with me
Though you think i've come late.

This thing
Which i see so bright
From a distance
Will take over
and over.
Till its everywhere.

Am awake from slumber
And now i see
Far and wide.
The beatiful world
i once wished
That which,
i once imagined

Am on top of the cliff
That is where i reside.
My tempests flat
My excesses balanced.

And now that i am here
Which name would you give me
If you wanted to baptise me
Which name would click to you
Because that is my name.