Is this poem meant for you?
When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
I am Italian-American, emotionally open, enjoy my work teaching Comparative Religions at universities. The mystical, contemplative, and depth psychological dimensions of religion and spirituality fascinate me. One of the favorite aspects of my teaching work is to invite students to meditative experiences and to hear their delight to discover the silent music of the Beyond within.
Let's find a hole-in-the-wall joint to meet and dine lavishly and laugh, finding perhaps some deep connection that transcends the daily round. Perhaps recognizing something in each other that we have never fully seen before, but have been longing for.
In an elementary school art class this morning, children are drawing pictures of whatever they want. A visiting educator, walking around the classroom, spies a drawing of one little girl-- a truly remarkable drawing.
“My, what an interesting picture,” she says, bending toward the illustration. “What exactly are you drawing?”
The little girl looks up and, frowning at the lady, says, “God”-- and goes back to her drawing.
The visitor chuckles softly to herself. “My dear, you know that no one knows what God looks like!”
The girl just continues drawing. “They will when I’m finished.”
"We only live to discover beauty-- all else is a form of waiting." -Gibran