A Poem Dedicated to Auri Ishi

You’re The Wandering Soul In My Heart

You’re the wandering soul in my heart.
I see you in the woods,
In the chattering channels of water,
I see your reflection, your ruffled eyebrow’s eyes,
In my long days of daydreams.
Where you wander so do I
With your robes of shades of white,
Running through the streets,
Making sacred the plain, everyday
Life into the vowels of God’s
Universal Ahs and Ohs.
I long to be with you, in spirit,
Strongly driving the mundane into the ground
So like a jackhammer, cleaving
A rail of humanity, from one side
Of those mountains so hard to cross, past
Plains so vast, horizons never end there.
You silenced the silence of New Yorkers,
Making them smile and laugh,
Living without a roof amidst the
Brick and mortar sided sidewalks with
‘No Vacancy’ signs posted on the walls.
Living your God to the folks
Trodden, hidden under the canopy of towers,
Within the subways hidden hum you sang
A song of subway’s Ummm.
The music of Woodstock waft in your hair when
You crossed the waters,
Found the lands beyond the ocean’s part.
Never torn down by walls,
You walked with all the varieties of
Olive skinned, dark carob and
Indian Summer people in the sun.
I walk with you to the Wailing Wall where
You wrote your prayers.
I cried with you at Rachel’s Tomb
For everyone’s children lost.
Your tears ran like rivulets
From your eyes so deep.