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Music by Kailash
MANY THERE BE WHO SEEK POWER...

Many there be who seek power
or wealth
to gird them up when old age
takes them down.
But, contrarily, I wish to be
an old man singing with God,
who feels the starlight on his upturned
face at night,
who touches the souls of trees
with his mind
and knows that the ancient wind
still plays and is young.
An old man, I say,
who ponders well these things:
a woman's opening eyes and bird wings
while sitting on a stone unmoved
by any power but that of love.
Old, I say... but still in thought—wild!
and innocent in the youth
of his inward child.
Poem and Photo © 2004 by Blake Steele