There were gardens that could have been made more beautiful,
There were tears that could have been stopped,
There were causes that could have been backed –
But I was under the gravity of a vision.
I sought perfection in the chaos of life,
Pursued ideas losing the primal pulse of actions,
I dreamt of things that were not,
Ignoring the naked albatross of reality around.
It is not that I did not care,
It is because I chose a few among the possibilities,
I focused on the grandeurs of life,
Removed from everyday life.
Call me not insensitive or crude
That I aspired for diamonds from the rubble,
Serene solitude from the tumult of the world,
Eternity from the melting strands of human time.
Suffern, New York, August 3, 2017
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