Thursday, August 16, 2007

ghazal ("in this world")

If merely a day or two we're given   in this world
how rarely wer're driving often driven   in this world

the human dimension is a mystery   soft or sharp
in strife what is that for which we've striven   in this world?

some say after death   the soul goes up or down for aye
too rare is that soul who lands in heaven   in this world

I sip my tea hot as summe's realm enacts its play
the days of the week we count as seven   in this world

the purpose of life is not   a sentence one could read
but deep in the cell lessons are given   in this world

when Raphael reels from land to land   what's his real aim?
his art is a spool requiring moving   in this world

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