1. In The Midst Of Separation I met you in the midst of separation. I know it sounds strange But I will (not) Bring forth any detailed explanation If you sell yourself, you’re obviously seeking (to be bought). My friends received a lot of invitations - To parties and vanity fairs. I stood there with a box of motivations As I saw my unknown cousin Walking down the stairs. I stared. He stared. Nobody paid attention. I smiled, he grieved, But yet we were alike. We both were seeking to excuse our good intentions; “Forget the day”, - he said, “Enter the night”. I stood there hesitating for a moment, And then, before I answered, I was asked To follow the dusky longing, Thus to fulfill my heart’s peculiar task. The room was...
3. In Your Garden There’s a crack in the southern wall, And your garden’s grass is too high, And your garden’s trees are so dim, And your garden’s morning is nigh.
There’s a lock on your garden’s gate, There’s ivy on the northern wall, And your garden’s trees are so tall, And your garden’s shade wears a shawl.
There’s a path from your garden’s gate, Leading into its beckoning depth; There is life in your garden’s breath, There is music in your very steps.
There is joy in your garden’s tune, There’s a voice in your garden’s mist. The western wall cradles the Moon; There’s no wall in your garden’s east.
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