Once I wrote lucid ‘I gave up fear for bars and I was no longer a prisoner’
And that was true for the notion that It is not the barricades that confine you but The terror for the nothingness that has a hold on you However it is a lie when it comes to The denial of the barriers of guilt and deceit Wherewith others have bound you from early age So now I must pen think for yourselves Think yourself free from sin that has no worth Do not give in to the guile that you owe them anything And admittedly the emotion now and then More often than sometimes the bars are just fine Because it excludes the for you so threatening element
But please keep in sane mind That where the delinquent walks free and The innocent is in captivity, who deceives who
If a day knows no four and twenty hours And a week no seven days When a month suddenly counts a year And from here to sun no light may shine
When the world stills in dusk And the moon wallows sick with fear Around my kind and her own axis And no cinder sparks and life extinguishes
Then, in that twenty-fifth hour Wherein I no longer am My freed year becomes a divine century And I finally whole
Epilogue. When
the twenty-fifth hour becomes reality And
your night sleeps a black hole in that one day Mute
where nothing is something and something not And
from that not-being shall blossom your golden age.
And when you are dead, then what Does your spirit return to God Or do you expect to see all your loved ones And what if you do not have any
And if you're still alive, then what Do you hand your soul to God Or do you sell it to the devil And what if you do not have a soul to sell
And when you are born, then what
If you then later notice That for you this was a mistake And your life is not the life you wish
And when you are dying, then what When the physician shocks your heart Because he thinks you do not deserve death just yet And forces you to suffer further with a broken rib cage
And when all has been taken from you by man, then what When every choice you make is already no longer free And they chastise you with the burden of a lifelong mortgage But what if your due can only be forgiven by that One God
Then where can you still go?
To Whom do you turn? To yet a Valentine? - Not on February 14.
Am I a Jew Because I worship the unseen God Of Abraham and my forefathers I am a Talmid
Would I be a Christian Because Yeshua is for me the imagination Of the soul of God, the personification of the real man I would be an Unitarian
Could I be a Muslim Because I say with Ali ‘there is no God but -that one- God’ And I shall never deny Muhammed as messenger and prophet I could be a Sufi
Well I am then like that Ethiopian king that loved Yeshua as a human being Also then the Sufi who with Surah 2 verse 136 in his heart prays
in the mosques And in some ways I am one of His true sages of old and even am I a child of
miracles
But above all I am one of the very few . Who learned like Jiddu to think for myself Still forever wants to sit 'at the feet of his Master'
___________ Jiddu = Krishnamurti NB. On AllPoetry.com there is a slightly altered version published under the title ´How a black swan became a white raven´
As a child I dreamt Of ships in the dessert And of burnus and sandstorms Of beduins around the campfire My brothers in arms and protectors Nights in a tent, so much more than a home I the watchful dreamer, the irascible child, heatedly Weaving on his floating carpet On which I, as a child of His light and air, can rise I await the wind, His breath, His prayer For who calls whom in this waste I only know that He misses me and I Him