The Poet and the Mystic

​the romantic joins the word and the world
groping and hoping for the perfect match

and love needs no words

the mystic sees his chance
he is happy to be hopeless and dance himself free

gazing down at the empty playground...

the poet that delights
in the word and in the world
binds the heart

to delight merely in the word
is to become lost inside
and torn apart

only what is simple and real
is calm to the feel
and opens the heart

then peace is in the question
and listening is the art

and listening, glistening
may gather the children of the heart
to the empty playground