stripping to let in

a complete stripping

to see the naked

that beauty incarnate

is not, for me, feasible

but i am glad it’s possible

to throw away the covering

those chunky blankets, years

of schooling, educating mind

to probe the inner splendour

that my eyes of my soul

may gaze the light

as brightness enter my heart

©  henry victor     12.02.2004

in retreat … i wait

in retreat i wait for a voice

a sense, an assurance
a word of admonition, a declaration
of a direction and i wait

to charge my soul, rundown battery

and i am seated in front
of that window with curtain
rolled, and my coffee cup empty

it is a wintry morning

with a moon waning
yet to set
as leafless boughs sway

and pine branches

have shed the snow
as bunches
of mountain ash berries swing

they add

an extravagant red
to rising reddish rays

but in retreat

i wait
for light
to shine in heart

© henry victor     11.02.2004

hurt

 

teach me to weep

when my heart is hurt

teach me to sleep

when my body is hurt

teach me to creep

when my mind is hurt

teach me to sweep

when my soul is hurt

© henry victor     11.01.2003

arms to embrace

you have given me much moons

and plenty of many an opportunity

yet i remain absolutely empty

but pleading from you for more!

awake now my soul! for it is time

to rise from sleep and slumber

to un-hoard the clutter of desire

in that nothing, the ego, act as if all

instead stretch your arms to embrace

the homeless, the hermits, the marginal

and the bleeding, walking also to the jail

to set free the broken-wing birds to fly!

© henry victor       02.01.2016