Another Turn

Come, Preacher-man
I found a new way to love God,
sit by me and watch the beauty
of the transiting time,
preach not, I say
the ears of the world is filled already,
let's watch how slowly the cloud travels with its firmament,
do not remind me of the scary tales of death,
mere pathway it is to a strange reality,
so sit and watch with closed eyes and opened mind.

Come, Soldier man,
I admire the love for your gun
how bravely you embrace it
perhaps, therein lies your life
but today isn't a day for war,
sit by me and learn the art of winning every battle,
"the world is a battle field" everyone says,
I know, the battleground isn't the world but my mind
and my thoughts: the weapons of constructive destruction,
Come on, Soldier man
I'll tell you what your commander
is scared to say to you,
save your enemies and wish them life,
this is opposite of everything you've known.

Come, Great Merchant,
your wealth is beyond measure
it's more than enough for a lifetime,
so come sit by me
let's see the mystery of the greatest wealth,
my hut is as warm as your mansion
the sun sets for you and I
the moon
the rain too,
when I harvest my produce,
my barn is for everyone,
Great Merchant!
spread your hands like the crucifix
let your heart be a home for humanity.

Come, Oh! wordy Poet,
I feel the cravings of your heart
to spill your rumbling thoughts
on the blank pages of time,
I'll say to you
do not write today
Come, sit with me
and listen to the sweet silent songs of the universe,
they shall heal you forever
for I know that poets are broken vases of beautiful flowers.