When I see Tao Te Ching’s translations
Beautifully depicted in words and art
I think of you, and how you would enjoy reading it
Appreciate the beauty and arrangements of words
I try to own it, so I can gift it to you
Fully knowing that you keep nothing..
There are so many conversations
I have with you in my head
My little joys, sorrows and insights
As if you are my imaginary childhood friend
Or an angel, who I cannot yet see, but only feel
And most of the days that is enough…
Sometimes, I find you
Walking with me, besides or ahead
Often, I feel your hand on my head
Your gentle eyes full of care
Your head slightly bent, listening attentively to my woes
Your compassionate gaze healing my sores
And all seems well in this world…
And then I walk few steps away from you, distracted, lost
And through my tears, I see you waiting for me
Just up ahead, patiently, smiling
Reaching out your hand
My so many shortcomings
Your endless benovalnace
And that is enough for me to cross the chasm of my own doing.
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