Adonis Diaries

How can you hold Infinity in the palm of your hand?

–William Blake

“Know what it is to be a child . . .
To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

And I say:  

Is life that chose me and made me survive all the hurdles and illnesses?

Are events that directed me in the alleys of life?

And guided me in the countless forks in my wandering?

Far away from the path that my parents wished me to take.

How many bends did I have to decide on?

Fact is they are the total strangers who came to the rescue

Strangers with plenty of pity to fellow man and living species.

Without their pity how could I have summoned the remaining energy

To move forward and leave an imprint on this chaotic earth?

Ease up your judgment on your fellow neighbor.

He might seems a tad luckier

He could look not so lucky in the opportunities he had in his life.

Both of you share this common characteristic:

You both had to struggle all the way

And try to grab the few moments of satisfaction, hope and happiness.