Poetry

excerpts from upcoming publication, Frequency (c)copyright 2013hamdani

Frequency

I blow a kiss to the universe in honor of its obedience to God

in the gifts it has given me.

I will not blame its mirror for what I see,

nor judge what was, what is or what might have been.

Through love, I have heard what was said and embraced

truth and judgment of words unspoken to me but relayed,

as a baton with a universal ear, a graceful assignment.

I wink at the seed not yet grown, and salute the womb of earth for its carry

for the future is already known, its legs already grown,

its heartbeat already a separate entity only a moment in womb shall it tarry.

New beginnings are not new, only remnants of the past reborn,

seeds now grown from work unfinished into a plant that heals;

yet plants also transform.

Grateful that love passed this way again, a notion of what might have been

a footnote to those who seek a better stay and life...but a bulb in the universe

that they may find their way.

A mysterious frequency...a past to self-correct,

 in the twinkling of an eye it pass us by;

two vehicles traveling in opposite directions 

but on the same path, for life is but a circle,

and freedom a map, a gift, given not to the perfect

but to those who have pursued perfection.

Oh, how short I have fallen to the glory of its wisdom.