ALL FOOLS DAY - (an amateur attempt at poetry)-
It’s All Fools Day, its our day, lets Celebrate!
The foolishness of the helpless prayer to feed hungry others -
when there is enough in our homes to feed ten others
The foolishness of man’s every invention -
nibbling away at nature’s peaceful existence
The foolishness of defining God, his glory, his might -
can a fence be built around the infinite?
The foolishness of the smoking lips, the grinding thumbs –
to feel the high that isn’t, while the ecstasy called life passes by.
The foolishness of a creative mind, to stamp his ink on the design -
when he is nothing but a channel, chosen by the divine.
The foolishness of a lovelorn heart seeking love , showering love –
knowing not where to seek thyself , how to love thyself
The foolishness of a selfless womb to feed the young one like her own –
knowing well that when it wings it shall fly and be gone.
The foolishness of the fingers that count our wealth, our acres, our possessions -
knowing well that six feet is all we need, to rest in peace.
The foolishness of the feet on pilgrimage to lands far away -
knowing not that the only way is the way within
The foolishness of the nose held high –
knowing not that nothing matters when we die
The foolishness of the ego that seeks to collect mass and evolve in size and in might -
while the soul seeks to shed its weight and dissolve into light, to melt and degenerate
Its All Fools Day, its our day, lets Celebrate!
It’s All Fools Day, its our day, lets Celebrate!
The foolishness of the helpless prayer to feed hungry others -
when there is enough in our homes to feed ten others
The foolishness of man’s every invention -
nibbling away at nature’s peaceful existence
The foolishness of defining God, his glory, his might -
can a fence be built around the infinite?
The foolishness of the smoking lips, the grinding thumbs –
to feel the high that isn’t, while the ecstasy called life passes by.
The foolishness of a creative mind, to stamp his ink on the design -
when he is nothing but a channel, chosen by the divine.
The foolishness of a lovelorn heart seeking love , showering love –
knowing not where to seek thyself , how to love thyself
The foolishness of a selfless womb to feed the young one like her own –
knowing well that when it wings it shall fly and be gone.
The foolishness of the fingers that count our wealth, our acres, our possessions -
knowing well that six feet is all we need, to rest in peace.
The foolishness of the feet on pilgrimage to lands far away -
knowing not that the only way is the way within
The foolishness of the nose held high –
knowing not that nothing matters when we die
The foolishness of the ego that seeks to collect mass and evolve in size and in might -
while the soul seeks to shed its weight and dissolve into light, to melt and degenerate
Its All Fools Day, its our day, lets Celebrate!
