The Bard


Photograph courtesy of Marc Berger

The bard
Reflecting and being
What a magnificent soul.
The soul of a poet
Illuminates the cracks
With a radiance
So tender and open.
Although in a world
Never tiring to harden
The undeniable beauty.
Eyes that remain soft
Have a glow that beckons
From the depths.
In your soul
The voice always knows.
No matter how much is covered over.
“There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
Simple, pure, touching the core.
Words that continue to live
In the heart
Long after the clay pot
Falls apart.
Leornard Cohen a poet of the ages.

Atul Ranchod


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