Voyage of Discovery

Some years, a youth and a breath ago
There was a girl
Arms legs, breasts and
All the things that matter
Calling to me with blue eyes.

Did I not see that every cell
Had awakened
That such misunderstanding came to pass
Cannot be understood
Blood vessels were exploding
And the time of the world
vanished.

How eternal these moments are
That happen again and never do
Each filled with its own newness
That we recall the faintest breath
Like a rushing storm

Ah, so it was that Columbus
Came again and again unto a new world
to a vast, uncharted land.
And knew not what he had found.
Seeing only savages

Rumi's Dandelions

The only question is
How to be of life
All others are trivial
Like dandelion seeds
That drift across the lawn
Looking for fertile ground.

Ah, you could learn to love them
The poet said
And it is considered that green
Is not the only color
Nor proliferate, the only word.

But they do.
And we attend to them in unending service
That says we too are only looking for fertile ground.