POETRY
AT THIRTY THREE THOUSAND FEET
©Pietro Grieco
MEDITATION GARDENS UNDER THE RAIN
Pietro Grieco © 2005
Visit every spot
Smell every plant
Enjoy every flower
Play with gentle carps
Saluting from the pond
Speak to the saintly fish
With no shame since only
The song of the rain smiles
On the leaves and the petals
And the child playing in you.
What a present moment!
A pelican formation inclined
On their left wings over the crest
Of the grayish waves turning green
Reaching the top of their height before
Collapsing into a long white smile
... You make yours.
Contemplate from the cliff
a lone surfer on his board
the one who couldn’t resist
The call from the vast blue
And the severe cry of life.
Close your eyes
Levitate
Let the ocean’s breath
Surpass your veins and bones
And sweetly go to caress
Palms, hills, homes and
The people inside
Depart the gardens and bow
To Yogananda’s Shrine gone with time
Leaving love under the care of the rain
Words are unneeded and the eternal
Child and you were one again
You leave so calm.
Shanti.