Liberate

 

El Chalten by Adam Burton

Open the door,
liberate the blue sky;
let the inquisitive flower-scents
enter my room;
the light of the early sun,
let it flood my body
from vein to vein;
I am alive, the word of greeting
that’s throbbing
in every twig and leaf,
let me hear it;
this dayspring dawn,
let it swathe my heart and mind
with its scarf as it does the field
green with the shoots
of new grass.
The love I have known in my life
utters its silent language
in the sky, in the air,
everywhere.
I am bathed in the light
of its pure enthronement.
All that’s real I see
as a necklace of jewels
on the breast of blue.

Rabindrinath Tagore