ALSphere Foundation
Like in a hopscotch game, that we once played on dewy drenched evenings of winter.
I hop and skip between trance and reality with one another.
In one square, I remain in a trance
Stretching my arms, cozying up in the imaginary ranch.
Closing my eyes, I try to hear the rhythm of the lake and the chirping of the birds above.
But I flunked to comprehend the lyrics of love
And in another square, I jump to the stark reality
And search in the hustling narrow dust-filled alleys.
In pursuit of love, I hurt you.
I hurt myself, and rant and rue.
And one day I feel tired and haggard
Took rest and pause and then in solitude, I smell a fragrance emanating from my heart.
Earlier I was like a musk deer and my heart was not broken.
I understand and found the essence of love, the moment my heart was broken
When there was a hurt inside.
There enters a light insight.
I gave up chasing, leaping like a musk deer for scent, no longer hopscotch anymore.
Or recounted saga of yore.
I don’t need to follow the fragrance of love into the wide blue yonder for I am the love
When I become love, I see love everywhere and happiness is when I realize we all are in love, we can be loved and be loved.
