Invisibility

There are shreds of life that surround us,

Like a silk cloak….

It makes us invisible,

Painting us in a colour

That no one can see.

To the naked eye, we become naked,

To the unseeing eye, we become unseen.

And our third eye watches,

As we dissolve into unclarity,

As we are consumed by uncertainty,

As we fall prey to indifference.

Invisible we are to all who care not so see.

Invisible we will remain until love sets us free.

Invisible, we die, and are forgotten…..

as though we never were.

Author: Ronel van Tonder

I Love the Ocean!

The following poem is translated from Russian by Anton Teplyy.

I Love the Ocean!

I love to embrace and caress the Ocean!
Immerse myself into His eternity and universality…
I love the Ocean! By myriads of hands
I am experiencing His infinity around…

I love the Ocean! The Primordial Self
Washes away, swallows up the borders of me…
I love the Ocean! Having become infinite,
I am holding all living beings on the universal hands!
Anton Teplyy,

July 2005

Trees – Author: Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

 

 

Air Spirits by Letecia Pheiffer

I watch the Air Spirits come into my garden on a breeze.

I see them play in the trees,

They take care of the birds and the bees,

let them move on the summer breeze.

Then they take off on a hurl,

and causes a twirl.

They let the dust fly all over,

and stir the clover.

Then they disappear,

and it is quiet clear,

that we need them, so dear.

Author: Letecia Pheiffer

Stryd van ‘n Enkele

Deur al die donker diepte

Worstel sy met haar geliefde

Soveel aande heen van smagte

Soveel aande heen verwagte

Om elke oomblik te herleef

Wat so aan hartstog bly kleef

So aanhoudend sal sy ween

Weet elkeen van geeneen

Wat arms het wat kan toevou

Aan liefde waaraan sy wil klou

Eendag sal sy staan opsy

En almal om haar vermy

Los nou die harde stryd

Dit het sy nou besluit

Om geeneen te vra van elkeen

Niemand wil saam met haar ween

Nou loop sy die pad enkel

En vergeet van elke skenkel

Wat haar nie saam wil vat

Op hul lank verwagte lewenspad

Die styd is verby

Daaroor geen enkele stryd

En wat staan voor haar deur

Die reuk van rosegeur

Hy het haar kom haal

Om saam die lewe op te saal

Sy’t nie eens gesoek gevra

Haar gevra om sy ring te dra!

Author: EC