LOST KEY

How strange that I don’t see
Into the inner self,
Into the inner me.
I’d find the wealth of ages,
Knowledge of the sages,
The world, the universe and more:
I’d find myself.
I’ve lost the key to our garden door.
Snow covered it. I never found it.
That spring I dug the ground
Searched for it all around
But never found it.
I was a child then. That child’s still looking.
Maybe, together, that child and I can find the key in our dreams
And see what’s cooking.

Oracle
In a big-bellied pot you’ll find a fragrant brew
Stirred by many of your cooks
prepared with herbs from your own garden:
A secret recipe.

1984