The Dandelion and the Dove

THE DANDELION AND THE DOVE ©

Last night, the stones pricked my feet

but the thorns sheltered my refuge,

And Dandelions grew where black doves died,

Today, the smoke hid my blemish

but the fruit fed me poison,

And branches grew where temples collapsed,

Tomorrow, swallows may cry

And vultures rejoice,

Sanctuaries disintegrate and ashes grow cobwebs,

While transient beings encircle the nucleus

Till hearts bleed the venom of devotion, 

to all things Unknown.

© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012