His words are the soundtrack
of the morning,
like a flower opening to light and sun.
Like the wind touching my face,
and my old wounds.
Like the ivy growing on the wall,
like a lover crawling on my skin.
The bird of Paradise plant
is exceptionally brilliant today,
as if his words warmed her too.
I smile with answers to ancient questions,
to finding my way home
following the bread crumbs that he left behind.
My spirituality never questioned
only my heart shinning like a beacon.
I found Leonard Cohen too late in my life, he is my new obsession. His thoughts resonate with me, his wisdom draws me in. He is an icon and a genius.
The breads crumbs are plenty. He did some great songs indeedReplyDelete
He is an inspiration & I love this music too ~ReplyDelete
Oh, I love his music..dance me to the end of love..ReplyDelete
Ah, it is never TOO late to discover Leonard Cohen. I think I own all of his music!ReplyDelete
Yes, it is never too late. Beautiful pieceReplyDelete
great inspiration indeedReplyDelete
It is never too late to find a voice we can relate to and which helps us find our way home...a beautiful poemReplyDelete
I love Leonard Cohen. One of my favorite quotes of all time: "There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."ReplyDelete
it is cool when we find a writer or painter or singer who seems to be on our wavelength and whose words or songs or paintings resonate with us... niceReplyDelete
Your bird of paradise is beautiful.ReplyDelete
I am a fan of Cohen as well. He is easy listening but still deep
in that he makes me think - without it hurting. Ha.
Oh yes, love Leonard Cohen. And your poem, too. :)ReplyDelete
Keep smiling at those answers. Xoxo