AN AUTUMNAL NIGHT

May 29, 2016

AN AUTUMNAL NIGHT
In the manner of  a nightingale,
come and alight
with a tenderness.
This, a  night , an autumnal moon
and the aura of magical light,
when these configurate,
bring with you a gentle caress
and love, quick to perceive before the word is said,
because drops of nectar are brought in the vial
by the moon of this primordial night.
Here is a ballad brought by the moon and the celestial night;
listen tenderly, don a gossamer web.
Converse , let you imagination race ahead of the mind.
Converse without the need for a word.
Feel the lavishness
of the feelings without the need of the sense.
Grapple with the cosmic theorem
without the use for the foundation in thought.
The bee  picks the pollen
and touches not the petals of the lotus' heart;
and the lotus in love
gladly greets the moon who alights in the water
for the lotus to feel its presence in the ripple;
and the fragile flower of the night
feels the moon with its aura of light
when she knows she cannot scale the heights
to meet the moon in the sky.
Who else but the lotus and the moon
has the knowledge of this vicarious joy?
The eagerness, the earnestness
of the moon
who sweeps the distance to meet the lotus in the pond,
is what is needed when you listen to the song.
Listen with a still and a silent heart
when  celestial notes such as these
 fall on earth on an autumnal night