(A FELLOW OF THE IAE (INTERNATIONAL ACADEMY OF ETHICS)
In this philosophical poem, the poet dwells on the existential dilemma…of being the rose and the thorn ..and comments on human wisdom which is a harvest of pain and joy:
Words of Medicine
Thoughts freely flow
like words of fire
Upon a blank page
the veil of suffering falls
Footprints of life’s journey
embraces the gift of mercy
Within the silence of pain
lives the echos of my heart
I am neither good nor bad
but a matter of perspective
A delusional paradigm
of my soul’s mind
In the night sky
I borrow angel’s wings
To soar the heavens
escaping the loneliness
In this choice in this space
my eyes look to the unknown
To remember the horizon
of a peaceful sunset
In the still of beauty
casting shadows from the light
Fearless in the garden
the root rooted in my karma
I am the rose and the thorn
the harvest of wisdom