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Happenstance of Fate

written by: Karima Hoisan

 

Maybe I planted a seedling without knowing I did or why.
How fertile was the untouched ground, how blue the sky!
Could it be that the wind was not in error just mistaken,
when it carried that little pip to take root alone, forsaken?

When the heart is suddenly poured from the inside out,
Chambers empty and make room for love to roam about.
Even flood gates open tears if too much awe’s allowed,
The young seed grows with every burst of the heart’s rain cloud.

I never asked for a garden; I was content to touch or smell a rose.
I believed in the least resistance, for soul’s sweet surrender knows.
I never tried to stop a freight train, rolling towards me on the track.
I made silent wishes to be loved, but in the next breath, took them back.

What is the Artist painting on his hidden canvas by the sea?
Anyone you recognize? Anyone that looks a bit like you or me?
Ah, he seems to be painting a still-life as he sits patiently to wait
for this singular bloom to finally flower his happenstance of fate.

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4 Responses

  1. Ah, what a wondrous way to start my morning. As the heart opens the door to all becomes known. A knowing that at times is painful, and then pleasant, all the while aliveness envelops.
    “Even flood gates open tears if too much awe’s allowed,
    The young seed grows with every burst of the heart’s rain cloud.    ”
    Reminiscent for me of the transformation possible as the heart opens. Lines that are exquisite in their creation and awe as they are experienced.
    “Ah, he seems to be painting a still-life as he sits patiently to wait
    for this singular bloom to finally flower his happenstance of fate.    ”
    Surrender speaks to me here, the understanding that all is delivered just as it is supposed to be, even when, at times, we are resistant. I adore this poem, Karima. It speaks to my heart by tying together nature with our own inner worlds, which is such a gift to us all, and to me, a real treat. Gorgeous poetry, my dear friend. Congratulations!

  2. Oh Jeff!! You overwhelm me with feeling. Your interpretation (once again and Always) thrills me and makes me see how you climb inside my poetry and live there, reporting back:) what you see…what you feel..It’s just a singular gift you have to really see and interpret a poet’s inner thoughts and desires that they hope, someone will see. You always do, dear Jeff. Thank you my friend for loving this quirky poem, that my muse was insistent I write *smiles..I woke up with the title on my lips…and then, there was no going back.
    Thank you my special poet friend, for seeing me so clearly and being so supportive of my poetry.

  3. Such a beautiful poem Karima that touches all aspects of love….. the wonderment of it all, when seeds are planted and sewn and love shows up with no bounds!
    Great job!
    💖

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