Fusion

Fusion

delicate stems
flowing freely
… defined gently
becoming one
with the vase
contained such
as if they were
an extension
not a separate
entity~ such is
soul’s perception
of inner beauty~

~~

March (post Imax Hungry Games Experience)

March
(post Imax Hungry Games Experience)

I veer neither to the right
Nor to the left- extremes bore
I tread unbeaten paths

Parting curtain of uncertainty
I dipped feet into mirror of reality
Free falling into parallel worlds

Armed with implicit convictions
I opened Pandora’s Box
Ready to battle evils released

Childhood’s bogey’s lolling
In closets, under beds, disintegrated
Vanquished by quizzical brows

Everything in life
is mind and matter
what mattered, shatter

Mind clean slated again, allowing novel
ideas to peak curiosity prior to discard and post
Worrying over their bones until sucked dry

Life’s wheel is a relentless tumbrel
every exit is an entrance and every
ending is a new beginning

State of Affairs

State of Affairs

Curling self in inverted colon
Posture, I hugged a soft pillow
To chest luxuriating in laziness

At times such indulgences coupled
With other guilty trespasses
Make life more interesting

Forgetting daily life’s hurly burly
I let my glow from within
Spill all over my outsides

An inside out firefly aglow
Externally beaming internally
Finally at peace with everybody

Detachment is a process  not arrived
at easily, when it happens ripened fruit
severs self from life’s tree readily

~picture is from internet only

Hem

Hem

Culturally hemmed

I hawed and chafed

at imposed restrictions

Breaking free one day

I lifted

The hem of novelty

Open mouthed and

Agape

I quietly tucked

In the straining neck

Of my curiosity

Retracting

Into the cocoon

Of my shell

~ shocked

** painting is by Klimt

 

Stream (of Consciousness)

Stream
(Of consciousness)

Dew drops
Of fun
Hoarded
In childhood’s
Piggy bank
Resound
Happily

Past
Present
Moisture
Shed
In moments of
Grief and joy
Join it

I collect
Ashes and
Bones of
Old wounds
And scars
And place them
In a clay urn

Bearing these,
Piggy bank and urn
I travel to the river
Bank of holy Ganges
And empty them on
A funeral pyre at the
Burning Ghats*

Detached
Unencumbered
I launch my paper
Boat self in life’s
Mighty ocean
Free in mind
Body and spirit

**

*Cremation Ghats of Varanasi (Banaras, India). Here in the early morning wrapped bodies wait for cremation. If you want to see true Indian culture, Varanasi is a wonderful place to visit. Not only is it an extremely beautiful place but you will see some incredible sights and experience true spirituality there. Varanasi really is a feast for the senses.-photo by Sook Hottle

*painting Riverbank by Henri Matisse

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