The Dandelion and the Dove

THE DANDELION AND THE DOVE ©

Last night, the stones pricked my feet
but the thorns sheltered my refuge
And Dandelions grew where black doves died,
Today, the smoke hid my blemish
but the fruit fed me poison
And branches grew where temples collapsed,
Tomorrow, swallows may cry
And vultures rejoice,
Sanctuaries disintegrate and ashes grow cobwebs
While transient beings encircle the nucleus
Till hearts bleed the venom of devotion, to all things Unknown.

© Tanisha Bhana – Feb 2012
(For the work, The Dandelion and the Dove, from the portfolio, Transience)