Poetry 'n Prose

Pass Through Gently

As mist on morning’s horizon
Layers that hovers on fields
Droplet combed minutely
From foam on the curling waves
Evaporates in the wind
Lifted higher than mountains

So cloud will return to the sea
As sea will return to sky
Sunlight dissolve them in
Tumbling and rising shadows,
Come then my friend
Let us pass through as gently.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

6 replies on “Pass Through Gently”

Of course you may, I had a dream last night that I was rising and falling in the shadows of the clouds.

I hope this poem might reflect something of how the Sufi master would face dying, seeing it in its natural state, as one would with the season elements themselves.

When writing it I was reflecting on what you wrote about attending the Urs given in honour of your teacher and his passing onwards to his Beloved…gently.

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