WHERE WAS I WRONG

 

Vassilis Vitsaxis

 

On my knees, I came tonight

O Master, to your feet

With heavy heart and weary soul

 

I followed all the paths you said

But THERE, I never reached

Where was I wrong?

Where did I lose the trail?

 

You told me:

“Close your eyes to see”

And so I did

 

Murky became the sky around

And never dawned

That mystic glow of darkness...

The light stayed dim and grey

And I was frightened

Thick ivy barred my way

And thorny bushes

Engulfed

The pathway, one by one

 

What? You say

My eyes, were not closed tight enough?

And let deceiving light

Creep through the body’s flaws?

 

Echoes from far away

Flavours and fragrances of kisses lost

Sweet thrills and tender dreams

And memories...

 

How can I chase away

these memories?

 

Which like a herd

Seeking refuge at noon

Beneath a shady tree,

Lie still, unreachable

Behind the eyelids

 

You told me:

“If inner light was failed you

Follow the arduous tracks”.

 

I trod the stony ways

And rocky uphill trails

I plunged into the swamps

And wandered deep

In desert’s thirsty waves of sand

Which roll in ripples

Motionless...

 

What? you say,

There are not many obstacles

Along the lonely paths.

It is more difficult to walk upright

On highways in the valley

Where, throngs the human flock

And stumbles

Not the striving foot

But the unresting soul....

 

how can I skirt

The, hidden pitfalls on my way?

Amidst the dust

That lift the trampling hooves

 

You told me

“If you cannot seal in

Unspoiled

The light of darkness...

If you cannot remain serene

And walk amidst the swell of life

Then...Love...Embrace.....Offer yourself’

Wide open, I stretched forth my arms

I wept with others’ tears

I bled

From wounds of other bodies

And even shared

- How much more difficult it was ­

A happiness not mine,

What? you say

Too narrow was my love?

And left out of its reach

So many,

Flowers and birds and trees and stars

As if they were not all

Sparks from a single fire

A golden flow of rays

From one and only Sun!

 

Too narrow was my heart

Not like the bosom of the sea

Which gathers to itself

All rivers, rains and drops of dew

All water!

No matter whence it comes.

 

Master,

I tried my best

And if I erred

- Being human -­

I shall begin anew

What?

Can it be true

That I arrived

And yet am not aware.

 

 

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