on Self Revelation

On Self Revelation

To be that still water

Rippling unobtrusively

in womb, deep

 

Disclaimer: picture from internet only

 

 

 

“RE” – reflection

“Re” – reflection

Retro parade

Of life’s

Black white

Reel to reel

Left me

Breathless

 

Bursting with

Would be

Could be

Should be

Only if, then(s)

Sighs replete

 

There is

No retake

No prefix to fix, once

Seconds minutes hours

Thunder under

Time’s bridge

Whistling shuffling

That was it

 

Scrambling

At the edge

Facing destiny’s

Thrown gauntlet

Shaken not beaten

Best NOT

To retrace, instead

Take a leap forward

With implicit faith

RE in regrets

Are futile at best

To get on in life

With time in hand

On own terms is best

Obliterating the rest

Life‘s lesson number one

Destiny’s dealt

Hand thus finally won

**picture is from internet:getnidoskidos.com

Journey To Solace

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise some where ~John Muir

Journey for Solace

Heart in mouth

Crossed hairpin

Mountain bends

 

Drove beyond

Dipping valleys

Up steep passes

 

Grief’s shadows dissipated

As thinned air gave pause

Jumpstarted paused heart

 

Weighted soul burst into song

Blood gushed to gaping holes

Pock marking traumatized heart

 

Quilted nature’s green patches

Sustenance starved swatches

Reaffirmed destiny’s universality

 

Hugging descended calm walled

In by succor gained from sight

Of nestled sacred grove therein

 

I was ready to tackle world again

Look fate in the eye and if necessary

Unsheathe hibernating gumption to defy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanctuary

Travelled far

Climbed high

Entered

 

Meditated

Reached

Inner sanctuary

 

Returned home

Meditated, entered

Inner sanctuary

 

Collector

Herded fleeing ideas

to tingling finger tips

Captive thoughts penned

Labored on keys to mind’s prods

Dressed in words-  immaculate docs.

Pièce de résistance thus conceived

Rosaries of thoughts

Ephemeral, startling

Transformed into poem leis

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