Musing from the Poly
His death hollowed me out like an old log and set me adrift on a sea of sorrows. I hope to once again reach the shores of joy, but for now, I am lost.
On the sunniest of days
On a breathless wind
You left us
As unexpected, as your arrival
The words we spoke together stay on
Though the form you took – that I loved so much – is no more
And I know – as you also did – that life is more than the five senses
And that what you truly are, can never not be
You saw the universe where people saw only the world
You knew God, the Self; Brahman
And in that you saw your true Self; God
I have only love and gratitude to offer you now
To see your face that last time, you looked so young; unformed
There was a question upon your brow
Which brings such sorrow in my remembering today
I would have answered, if I only I could of heard
I hope we meet again, though I know nothing of such things
And there I ponder awhile. Was ours, a meeting of friends once lost?
Was this not the first time, but of old friends meeting once again?
I may never know this, but I shall forever live in hope
Love and Blessings Uncle Nick