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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Too wasted to go home

Image from Nasa


Oh
to be sure
of my desire
for you!
Even though
I fear
your awesome
might
Even though
I doubt
your ardent
entreaties
Even though
I court
the fickle
winds
of popular
belief
Even though
I collapse
exhausted
by my own
capriciousness
I know
there is
no where else
that I shall
find rest
but in you.
So
let me be sure
of my desire
for you
For without it
I am but
dust
adrift in a
ceaseless sirocco
too wasted
to go home!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

You have courted me

Image from Flickr

Rarefied
yet reminiscent
of unsoiled
yielding
splendour
The inward
outward breath
rolls
mortality
through the
infinite cosmic-scape
leaving in its path
the soundless sigh
of eternity
in which
you
have
courted
me
endlessly
and I
have
foolishly
refused to
succumb!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Magic!

Redland Bay by Lucy

Once again
the day withdraws
into the
vast unknown
hiding all
of life
in watchful
darkness
Such magic
right before my eyes
that what was once
emerald, jade
and peridot
cobalt, sapphire
and ice
are now coal-grey
shrouded
as if
by the veil
of night
Right before my eyes
day has become night!
Magic, I say
nothing less!
The same
spell-binding magic
when my fear
becomes
freedom
right before
your love-filled eyes.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Can love be more?

Image from Playseesmile

It gets subtler
this dream
that I live
It gets subtler
this I
that I call me
It gets subtler
this line
of separation
Against
the grinding weight
of unawareness
the transparent
noumena!
Radiant rapture
self-revealing
neither beheld
nor beholding
Can love
the unchanging presence
be more?

Sunday, May 24, 2009

The unsurpassable delight

Image from Jakking

Have I not
touched
the freedom
of non-attachment?
Have I not
been spent
with ecstasy
from love unmade?
Has my languor
not been
sweetened by
your ageless perfume?
Haven't the
shadows
of my gloom
been irradiated by
the lustre of
your truth?
Haven't I
died
and risen
in the womb
of your
eternally unfolding mystery?
Why then
do I scrounge
in mindless desperation
for scraps of
fleeting relief
hoping
as only a fool would
that they will
somehow offer
the unsurpassable
delight
that is only ever found
in
you?

Friday, May 22, 2009

Completed at last

Image from Boston

Enchanted
by the
whisper
of
abraxas
in my heart
Disarmed
by the
unconditionality
of
your gaze
Silenced
by the
desire
in
your lips
on mine
Enthralled
by the
symphony
of
your spirit
in me
Filled
by the
emptiness
of
all needs
Completed
at last
as I
have
always been
in
us.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Freedom itself!

Image from Flickr

Is it your sigh
that hangs
in this
smoke-blue day?
Is it your gaze
that reflects off
each leaf upon
tree and ground?
Is it your touch
that moves
in the air around?
Is it your prayer
that lifts
my thoughts
into lofty grandeur?
Is it your love
that rings
through
this sacred space
that I have learned
to call
by
my name?
Ah,
to disappear
and leave
only you
in my place!
It is insane
that I
deny myself
such
freedom!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

My heart is anxious

And now that
the rain has ceased
having left its traces
of diamond drops
glittering in the
new light of an
ancient sun
my heart is anxious
for the day to
quickly end
and dusk's
gossamer vigil
to lure me
once more
into its sweet
alcove
where you
my darling
await me

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Why did you come?

Image from flickr

Why did you come?
What brought you back
after all this time?
Ah
I know what you will say
That you never really left
That I have always been
like home cooking
and fresh mint toothpaste
an everyday event
lingering
long after
being forgotten
or secreted
in the private
quarters of your mind
and the guarded
chambers of your heart
and
always
always
kept warm
by the love we made
once upon a time.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Trickling Rain

Image from Wesleyan

Upon the final drops of
trickling rain
the sigh from your
unspoken pain
is offered to the
world's spirit
An ancient carriage
A timeless aftermath
Still raw and undefined
Caught in water that shall
purify and nourish
Earth Mother
and all her offspring
So that you
and I
are consecrated again
in trickling rain.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Take charge of this soul

Image from flickr

Should the crimson daylight
be swallowed by a dusk of sultry blue
before I have had the chance
to cross the Bridge of Time
with you
drawn once more
by your soft, warm lips
into the eternity of
our union,
then, my love
take charge of this soul
lest it lose its way
in the undulating fields
of blinding sorrow
and uncharted tomorrows
remembering always
that I exist
for you and you alone!

Friday, May 15, 2009

That light, my love

Image from flickr

The light that
floats upon your skin
and rests upon your cheekbones
leaving some of you in
a valley of shadows
marrying sun and moon at last
That light, my love
quenches a longing
so mired in aimless wandering
I would happily die
knowing that
upon you
it held my final gaze

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I long for a freedom

Image from flickr

I long for a freedom, a freedom from distrust.
I long to be able to look at someone, anyone
and feel only the awe of encountering the divine
rather than the tugs of caution that arise all over my mind
warning me to speak little
smile only this much
ask nothing
and keep a distance
when what I really want to do is
lie down in familiar comfort
with the more of myself that I encounter
in you
disguised, for now, as a
stranger.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Who am I?


Image from Harpers.org

I asked myself this question:

Who am I?

Then I sat in a silence occasionally interrupted by a thought or a sound or a memory. For a while, the screen in my mind was filled with a nebulous, white haze. So I asked the question again. After a while, I found myself in the cosmos, in a star-speckled indigo darkness.

It is strange to say that I 'found myself there' because, in fact, 'I', as I generally think of myself, was not there. Instead, this cosmic space. So I surmised that I must be that. Or rather, I must be that which brought it into being, or a part of that which brought it into being.

It was then that I felt the undeniable presence that pervades all of life, that is both the lowest common denominator and the grandest, limitless, all-pervading, all-encompassing presence beyond which there is nothing. And I knew beyond doubt that I had to be, at one time the expression of it and the power of it and that I carry within and as me, all of it.