A scroll , a pause for time to stop
at an assemblage
of things which live
incarnating passion, warmth and care,
asking me to come and share the glimpses
"Read, write and dream," the voice calls out
as if we have known with a certainty
each other's heart,
I shall read
those papers lying in a sweet disorder
on the table from a long gone antiquity,
a tale of a time when someone had searched deep into the secrets
slumbering in the heart of time.
The voice does not stop;
it goes on
imploring,
"Write and dream..."
And I say, awakening to desires,
vaults opening in response
to the keyword uttered casually
in the midst of the disorder , a frenzied passion
pursued in half,
the rest half waiting for a hand to pick up
the note in the margin,
"Step in; take over
in the kinship of kindred spirit,
this world and its vibrancy."
Oh the Goddess of intuition and
the angel lost
of imagination,
grant me the power, the strength to respond and complete what someone left,
and asking in a playful voice,
"Read, write, and dream..."
Sushama Karnik.
Thanks for the image : Karine Kergroac'h.
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