Sweet Mango

From where the restlessness ends,

Begins another epic journey,

Into the soul of man,

How do I describe it?

Such intoxication cannot be captured,

In the many languages of the world,

It’s the taste of sweet mango in the summer,

After a long, damp winter without the sun,

It’s the silence of a herd,

 Grazing on a grass so green,

The shepherd and the sheep become one,

It’s a love that becomes loving,

Not tidal but ever flowing,

Nothing seem strange,

The awkward moments are gone,

And every hand is my own,

Sitting quietly,

I wait for no one,

Know that the rewards never fall from the sky,

The birth is within...