Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,
Stunned that my work is not done yet,
Time is ticking,
And my energy is faltering.
My life is a long twisted tale
Whose roots I never found,
Whose meaning has remained incoherent –
Only its music I can hear.
There was my childhood,
Gush with love for life –
Its myriad beauties,
Its scintillating scenarios.
There were the years that passed
When I pursued goals –
Often not eating,
Usually never sleeping
I found heart was the flow of life –
Mind only its guide,
Heaven its only limit,
Work the transforming agent.
But later I discovered heartbreak,
When everything came to a standstill –
Eventually everything resumed by itself.
There are things you feel
But do not tell the world,
There are things that you tell the world,
But do not feel.
But now I do not get fazed by anything:
My failures, defeats, heartbreaks, and rejections –
I only want my work done –
Rest is worldly litter.
Give me one moment with eternity
For all the glories of the world,
Let me have a dip back into the purity of childhood –
Take away fire and wisdom of later years.
Suffern, New York, January 4, 2017