born under African sky
was he
soft gentle and brave
walking the statement of a cosmic love
the magic of basic goodness
I wish my path to be like his
soaked in loving kindness
I try to walk a spiritual path
Mostly I feel like a clown
still I hope
still I fear
yet there are moments where I abide
in this love that he revealed
this cosmic love that belongs to us
often I doubt
but love prevails
also in the darkest of times
I hinder in the darkest corner to hope that the dark will shine.