IN YOUR PARADISE

                                                                                       

start music now

sounds of water, play now
with music

In Your Paradise

What are you doing? he asked 

As I answered the phone 

On a sunny, sacred  Sunday

Autumn  afternoon.                                           

Without hesitation, in my poetic way 

I replied, I am lying in a green and white room 

Full of sunshine and rainbows

That are spun by little twirling prisms

In the bare windows

On a white sofa 

Covered by a faux white mink throw, 

Listening to the most gorgeous music 

On the planet Earth.                                                                        

A bamboo water fountain in the corner of the room 

Is tickling my ears with it's delicate water song 

And the cat is curled upon the carpet 

In his favorite spot of warm Vitamin D.

  

                         

       

I am sipping from a cup of green tea 

Reading a book by an incredible woman 

Who has traversed the world on amazing adventures 

And in the traversing, learned who she is and who she is not.

I am gloriously happy in my little house

And my green and white room

Full of music and sun and peaceful moments

That I find so rarely in this run amok world.

It is a haven here now, alone, quiet, lovely

I have all I need for the moment 

Dinner is cooking on the stove and the aroma is wonderful 

Outside, the birds are rehearsing for an afternoon symphony 

And I am their eager audience. 

    

I feel no need to speak,

To hear no other voice,

To go anywhere or to do anything

But what I am doing now.

Soon, I will write a poem 

And try to describe what it is I am feeling 

And thinking and hearing on this beautiful Sunday afternoon 

But that will come later.

          

Right now, I am content to just be            

To just listen and hear and taste and touch 

The supernatural beauty of this natural gift, 

This day that only God could make, 

This peace that only He can give.

It doesn't take much to make me happy 

It doesn't have to be a palace,                                           

It doesn't require a private island, 

I do not need to be a queen.

All I need is what I have,

Who I am, where I lie,

A gentle sigh, a ray of sun

An orange leaf, a flow of water,

A violin and I am happy.

    

And he was quiet 

With contemplation 

I heard him thinking, 

I felt him yearning 

Over the phone from miles away.

And he said: 

And what about me, Voo? 

What about me?

Is there no spot 

In that paradise in which you lie

No need or want or place for me?

And, without answer,

I hung up the phone 

As gently as I could 

Because I didn't want to say 

What I wanted to say ...........

Perhaps when the night falls, 

Perhaps, I'll change my mind 

But in this moment,

I'm sorry,

No.    

                       

 ©by Voo Shining Stone
Oct 28, 2012
a true story
for S