It's been a while
hasn't it
Not that I wasn't
interested
Just a bit preoccupied
with moving
Mountains crossing vales
before settling
But I did talk to you my dear one
argued with you
Gently in my mind like I talk
so very often
Speaking to and with my Beloved
yet wasn't she *
The one that taught me
in one simple line that
When I -as when we- speak
to fellow men
It's then -in that- that we
communicate
Directly to our beloved God
like he taught all
Of us -his children- to listen attentively
before we speak
or act
If nothing else
listen
For through you
I speak to God
Still what for these moments
that you're truly quiet
Silent even in the mind
as in the core
Peaceful and serene
tranquil like Momo on his mountain
as Yeshua in his desert
like Mo in his wicker basket
Why speak or think
when all you are
Is is being in unity
below, above and beyond
If nothing else
© 2023-08-27
* i.e. Anisa Mehdi. Note: I think I quote her here verbatim: "...I believe that peace in this world is possible. I believe in one God, I believe in the unity of his creation and I believe that God (only) expresses himself in the way we humans interact with each other..."; and this statement of hers, she mentioned as opening to an interview, triggered the twist in this poem.
