Having found love and put it aside
As one sets flour to rise: I took upon
Me a book. A heavy book with many
Pages and many thoughts I had not yet
Made my own. It had lived on a shelf
quietly among the yogis: an author
Long since dead: cradled by reality
I scan his lines and wish them my own
Pay tribute as only another poet can
I share with a heavy heart his words
Of death, love, truth, personified by a new abyss
Fear*
Of zeros and ones: in a moment death
Will be at my bedside - and I hope to meet
It with a welcome hand and a joyful tear
In my eyes - having read what I have read
Fear: A Poem by Gibran Khalil Gibran
