POETRY – RHYME


Wesak in Vendee:

A la gare, la Roche sur Yon,
Writing in the shade, sitting at the bar.
Glorious sunshine, life springs on,
Spirit forever made, waiting for the car.

End of the road, of karmic liabilities,
Lessons in England, painfully learnt.
Indelibly printed, life’s viabilities,
In the fire of experience, irrevocably burnt.

Now it is service, to my fellow man,
The blood of Aphrodite, beckons my gaze.
Of the role I’ve moulded, nobody else can,
Darken the light, Lazarus not raise.

Au revoir mes amis, final chain link,
Of dark lower energy, now I release.
It’s fettered embrace, a stone to sink,
In the ocean of consciousness, tranquil peace.