POETRY

POETRY I

Never the sky is out of your heart

Because nobody can expulse

The sky out of himself









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.