Three
Wise Men
In the background
of my mind,
I can hear the silent
voices
murmuring of days
gone by.
Tacit confidences
of the sages...
"Listen and you
will learn!"
There were three
wise men
who brought forth
great treasures
and presented them
before me.
Each delicately
unfolded the
exclusive keepsake
of their soul
and shared their
riches with me.
Each, in his own
time, enveloped me
and devoured my
essence;
only to turn, relinquishing
his claim,
yet lingering, hovering-
a vulture circling
its next meal-
until ultimately
they all abated.
Lost and alone in
the world,
vainly searching
for another sage
to feast upon my
weaknesses,
I awoke to find
myself in a strange world.
A recluse in this
new reality -
all was lost; it
was finished.
I spied three special
treasures
amongst the rubble
of my heart.
Gingerly, I opened
each one.
They had been there
all along -
gifts from my magi.
The first had given
me the gift of life -
cleverly embedding
into my soul
the hope for
things to come.
A magic time machine
empowering me to
never be alone
to cross the spaces
into a joint time.
The next had given
me the gift of joy -
carefully imprinting
upon my self
the wonder of intimacies.
The unique ability
to glow
allowing me to never
be desperate
to seek the evasive
truths.
The last had given
me the gift of empathy-
gently ingraining
upon my heart
the peace
that comes with love.
An intricate
union of minds
encompassing my
very essence
to taste the fruits
of youth.
In the recess of
my reason
I still hear the
reticent voices
whispering of times
not lost.
Special wonders
of the sages
I listened and I
learned.
what good can come
from bad?
It is just a matter
of perspective!
