Thursday, 17 November 2011

The Poem That Made Me Laugh

Smile.  Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends?  Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over. 

~Walter Anderson, The Confidence Course, 1997

The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.

 ~William Shakespeare, Othello

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So, you ask me:
Lorot Son of the Hills, what makes you smile
And although you expect an immediate answer
My little sojourn on this earth
Would not give a quick answer
It is as if you ask why a serial killer kills
Or why Malcolm X smiled before his assassination
Or about the Black Hole

Such things my mind grapples with
But they don’t weigh upon my heart
For like the eternal path of wisdom
They stretch to no limit
These things I don’t know
These things I continue to learn

But I remain happy.

So, you asked what makes me smile
Even when I am in a carjacked matatu
I really don’t know
Perhaps it is that appreciative smile
Even when our finances are in disarray;
It could be the curiosity of a child in exploring
The mysteries of this life;
It could be sometimes sleeping hungry
Wake up on the next day looking up to the sun
With a bright hope of a new day;
My spirit refuses to perch on the tree of misery
It dwells on the windward side of life.

I pray to Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun,
To retain Satisfaction within me
Whether I have or lack money
Because in Satisfaction I feel grateful
To eat, sleep, wear and sleep under a roof.

I pray that I would not apologize to anyone
For painting the solar system in my heart;
Or have the milky way painted on my face
These mysteries I want to experience myself,
To perceive them;
In them I find delight
And not even a mountain-load of money can replace it

So, fellow pilgrim, let us stroll upon these sacred hills
To see what will be manifested
We are here for a reason
Never let these fleeting shadows of life
Blind you to the beauty it possesses
For I have seen beautiful faces bow
To the cowardly challenges this life throws
Give me a smile, give me a laugh
Let us light up our problems in a pyre
And see their smoke rise up
Let us be ready to fail and learn
I slip so many times, some times hard,
Some times light;
Every time I dust up myself and say
“Lorot Son of the Hills, your knee-caps feel
Good when they touch the ground
Pain feels so good sometimes”
And I walk and smile
I could kiss the soil
For I get intrigued by the rough edges of a stone
They are my learning stones
They keep me at the edge
They keep my mind sharp and alert.


Sherry Blue Sky said...

FANTASTIC WRITING! OMG, Lorot, Son of the Hills, the beauty and perfection of your words and the depth of your wisdom. WOWZERS!!!!!! This is one of your best. I have so many favorite lines: "My spirit refuses to perch on the tree of misery", "painting the solar system in my heart", "your kneecaps feel good when they touch the ground."

How.......HOW........did you grow so wise, so young???????

I so love this poem. It makes me happy.

echoesofthehills said...

O, Thanks Koko. I have read your comment three times and every time I have read it, my spirit was uplifted.

Our souls speak in the same wavelength. Your "Not One Tear For Remembering" knocked me off too. :)

theunknowngnome said...

Powerful, simply power filled! In all things give thanks.

echoesofthehills said...

Coming from you, @theunknowngnome, I really appreciate. Thanks a lot. :)

michael Signal said...

There is so much here to like that I have trouble picking 1, 2, 3, or 4 lines or images to single out. Very skillful way of making a very serious, happy poem. Wonderful.

echoesofthehills said...

First, as we say here in Kenya, "Karibu sana" (Welcome). Welcome and tread your feet upon these sacred hills. I really appreciate what you have said. Having multiple images and lines that you adored is the best commendation to receive from you. :)

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