Rain Dance

I fear that for too long

I’ve done my rain-dance

In a sterile planetarium

Beseeching imagery of sky,

Concrete heavens.

While drooping, I thirst,

Gasping,

Seeking,

Needing

Life-giving water.

                But, afraid, I hesitate

                        To dance under real clouds

                                 Or ask them to pour forth

                                           Their rain from real sky.

And why?

                   Sensing they would nourish me,

                                     And give me life to cherish.

                            Yet also they could devastate

                      Deprive me of my meagerness

            Were they to open.

Quandary have I:

I hesitate to choose,

To either risk, – or just, in thirsty fear - to perish?

 

                                                    No choice have I!

 

      ______© Nellieanna H. Hay (1972)

 

                           Elusive dreams,

                              Perfections,

                         Approach reality

                    Only to subside too soon.

               Perfect love, the dream of dreams,

                    Its after-image left behind,

                          Itself - now near.

                            Now far again

                               Now crest,

                               Now fall, -

                           Though best

                   And clearest of them all

                  And nearest to unfolding,

                           And dearest - - -

                    Oh! Could it ever be?

                    Or do I dream in vain

                          As others do?

                 Is truth a hollow promise

             And love an empty symbol, too,

                   That I should let it go?

                                NO!

   ______© Nellieanna H. Hay (1972)

 

Life is a blackmailer

And we, his cowardly slaves,

Trying to buy love

And some kind of safety

With little bits of self.

We think we might outsmart

Or out-perceive this clever foe

But no.

We cannot conceive

That, any way we turn, we learn, -

In clever guise,

Adapted to our views or our ideals,

He takes his toll

Against our self-delusion

And steals our innocence.

I think there is a freedom way.

We must give it to each other.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Lifelogic

However it may seem at times

the self is consistent with itself

In man or Universe.

To be alive

Surrendering to life

Wins.

For life

Is no opponent

Unto life.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay