BY JAN HAAG
O Devayani, what is important today?
The forces in the universe
conspire to give you
wind and the clouds,
a warm bed, and a good night's rest,
a place to communicate in cyberspace,
things to learn, images that
implode before exploding the mind -- for
you are grateful --
as you are grateful
for the birds and blossoms of spring.
O Devanyani, you, who consider yourself
one of the most fortunate of
women, want to insist on a
for all those
He has not given you. What things?
What list of wants and wishes?
O Devayani, those desires that walk
with you through
Like most others'
wishes, they include
and fortune -- much more than you ever needed.
For you have never wanted. You have never been
without fortune enough
to eat and to sleep
enough fame to know that
it is folded away each day with yesterday's newspaper.
Still, O Devayani, you have wanted safety for your creations,
treasuring that comes only with
either -- Fame and Fortune --
a safety net to assure the lasting of
Yet, as you are interested in archaeology, you see
that empires pass
away. Why shouldn't
speculations about the
of it all, the pain and the bliss. Why
shouldn't it, too, crumble and be lost in the earth's
re-cycling. O Devayani, you recognize
And yet you don't want
your 10,000,000 stitches to disappear
because you made them for God, you made them in silence,
but mostly for gentle occupation.
They have served their purpose
moment by moment, like the
and the sun
and the autumn leaves falling
to nourish your next
moment and your next.
A steady drizzle of quiet moments, like the mist coming down
spring sky, or the winter cold.
was invented by
humans and imposed upon the earth to its detriment.
O Devayani, you know that better than anyone. You know
cells are programed
Your fame and your
among those death driven
cells. Stay away from them. Remember what
Ours is to do the work,
not to worry about the
Don't spend five more minutes of a lifetime
the meager drizzle of a fortune or fame
that never were an option. Do
your stitching, write your verse, let it
seek its own course in time
where even the universe will pass away. Everything
dies to change into
the next thing and the next. Would you hang back with the cells
programed for death?
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BY JAN HAAG