The Poetry Of Tao Writer – Song Of The Cricket

It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it—and I do and always have—then there is nothing  we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.

May Sarton

Tao Writer (April 17, 1948 -)

Song Of The Cricket

I am content with the moment…
but the moment does not hold
all of your dreams and desires.
And so, you leap into the future
carrying fragments of hope
which feel like chains upon my soul.
You mold a shield around your heart
which no arrow of love could pierce.
Can I say to you “I love you”
without having it mean— forever?
A word which has no meaning…
Don’t you know my heart beat
is merely an echo carried on
the crickets’ impermanent song?
It is certainty you hope for
when you know nothing ever is.