Beating, Beating ... the Clarion-Call of Time ticks

Hum, hum …the skylark sings from above,

But the cricket chirps

An unequal melody, in another land.

Here in this arena of experiences,

Who can restore the trampled grass,

If the Light does not shine?

I stow up my treasures in vaults,

But the echoing rhythms wait for no man;

The raging fire is not bound by plans.

Beating, beating … the clarion-call of time ticks,

As I sleep soundly, ignoring the melody of nightingales.

Scented hyacinths and purple lavenders dance before me;

Fleetingly, I re-visit the sacred alcove I once knew,

Deep within the tavern of the Soul.

Alas! My load is heavy … and the voice of doubt

Defeats me, one more time.

O Lantern, die to the clamour of tedious concerns.

For in the Heart of Stillness,

You will find the quintessence of Love.

_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 22^nd March, 2017. Copyrighted.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~