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faith

implicit
faith
frees
in every
which way ..
I heed inner
prompts
knowing am
only guided
by
you
..
thus
i
maintain
my convenant
contracted
in childhood
between
us..affirming
You
to be my
soul’s sole
be all my Lord                                                                                                                                                                                                              

Palm prints

Firmly believing in living
Largely with what’s in hand
I no longer knit brows
browse in real earnest
At own palm prints
foretelling what may
Or mayn’t come
sweating
on it
Instead
I rub palms
gleefully
rejoicing
Each living moment
as I am
a human BEing
hence
I am relearning
the art of
simply BEing
in the
moment
as is
joyously

Painting : -Jupiter in Virgo is by Rene Magritte

my beloved country

O my beautiful
adopted home
I look at you
wholly
then
in pieces
trying
to succor
wherever
it hurts
..
heart grieves
at so many
body blows
and bruises
I keep you in my prayers
gently cradling
in soft palms
as heart sends forth
healing vibes ‘cos I care
very much

God Bless America

pre-dawn

woke up with morning ragas
emanating from the backyard..
…..
cloudy eyes from yesterday’s
maudlin thoughts have finally
dissipated …
…..there is something
so pure about beautifully enunciated
“chants” as they awaken the kundalini
of my somnambulant consciousness
…..
washed down by first piping cup of morning
tea as I plan a busy day with much to do
without too much ado about “nothings”

…when body wants to cave in..I prod
it mercilessly as I cannot afford to
be a basket case ever… there’s lively
embers still left in this feisty do or die spirit

..

heartbeat


up in dead of night
i hear the fast thud
of our home’s heartbeat

walls titter coming alive
argumentatively comparing
their framed fripperies

stairs
creak and moan
for attention
..
then as my heartbeat
fills my throat i hear soft
footfalls descending…..

our evenly pulsing
walls made vibrant and
alive by us during daytime
..
come night fall
turn mysterious
gripped by shadows

I hear their heartbeat
loudly thumping
under cover of night
..
stillness of my “me” time
is thus rent by staccato
pounding of my own heartbeat

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