Poetry

Everything is Music

The Sufi mystic, Rumi, once said

That music lives on

Although all instruments fail.

Music surrounds us

Sometimes unheard, but felt

In our inmost being

It’s like catching a lilac’s scent on the breeze

Or seeing golden light

Reflecting on tree trunks in March

It’s in the smile of a stranger

When life is hard.

Can you hear it?

Can you feel it?

Music breathes through all of life

Singing songs without words

Playing symphonies without notes

Touching, moving, healing

Letting souls unite

In one melody of love

Darlene Dubay

5-22-2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fertile Ground

It’s dirty and disgusting.

Its very name is base.

We walk above all sure and smug

Never thinking to give thanks.

Our life arises out of it,

Our sustenance its gift

The dirt that grows our daily bread

Is transformed into a feast.

 

Breathing God

O Goodness that surrounds me

Brushing across my senses and caressing

Through my very being,

I breathe you in and you become,

For a moment,

The life force coursing through my veins.

In letting go, which I must,

You go happily to bring life to another.

How can it be that such an insubstantial entity

Can, by its absence, doom one to an everlasting death?

 

You are the breath that sustains me.

You are my undying hope.

I try to hold you in my hands,

But , O, Lord, your elusive substance slips,

Like pure and running water, through my fingers.

I can only take you in, involuntarily, it seems

And let you go, only to inhale you once again,

The cycle repeating with a sweet refrain

Breathing, breathing, breathing

Connecting all who ever breathe in you.

 

Ah, the wonder!

You are the very air,

The wind that blows across my cheek

The milieu in which I live and move and have being

I cannot grasp the magnitude of such import

Only my heart can caress with sweet abandon

The substance that you are

I kneel in gratitude

My grateful heart thrusting against its walls

My heart, your heart, the world, becoming one.

 

Darlene Dubay

07/01/14