Poems Archive for Metaphysical:

The Constant Elements

Decades ago, bells, cymbals, morning prayers pulled
This morn taped prayer beckons from eastern joint
ancient chant cobras sway resonating in déjà vu mind
I pull body soul together to navigate another new day

Cisterns of conscious streams flow in channels of mind
Few easily plumbed, rest will reveal depth in due time
unfurling petals of heart to soak in healing dawn light
that floods innards devouring darkness skulking inside

fettered soul flutters feebly chomping to fly free
tethered to a non robust shapeless decaying body
florescent veins of knowledge sluggishly course as
chi tries valiantly to clear inner  pathways perforce

karmic chakra will play itself out one day
this house of cards will finally fall, call it a day
unfettered I will wait curbside for the chariot
Failing which, I will self propel, taking instant flight

Ashes to ashes dust to dust panchbhootam will fall
Sky, air, water, earth fire will claim their atoms, all
The shimmering within will fly to fresh pastures until
Complete self purification allows entry into own abode
*panchbhootam: sky, air, water, earth, fire

**chakra~cycle of life

Not Departed

Not Departed

Not departed

she

  lingers

   an

       aftermath

 of perfume

   floating

 in air

 connecting

      particles

 particular         to

       particular

 particles

Tickling

     memories’

        nostrils

   fiber

   to love

     fiber

 timeless

   hovering

      seeping

 into  sleeping

     beloved’s

        dreams

  waiting

    biding

      time

In Conversation with the Crow

In Conversation with the Crow

Floating on a wing and a prayer
traversed leap of faith, crossed
Next dimension

Netherland of shadow people
Dwellers of crossing over
Halted ones

Hanging in state of disbelief
Neither here nor there
All kingdoms denied

Queried Mr. Crow, who held court
Harbinger of times (un)kosher
Tidings ill bearer

Why spurned my welcoming platter
Of choice flesh to you that mattered
Hurt heart, decried

Crow replied:

Have respect when life lingers
Wick of life on last legs flickers
Hover, bide time, until

Hourglass lets go final grain of life
time enough to get my fife
For boating souls to other side

I am but a messenger, carrier
Aiding souls readied for crossover
soul less carrion, my charge (r )

ashes to ashes dust to dust
life existing disintegrates thus
souls I carefully navigate

Other realms dimensions to populate
firefly souls crossing over
final glow sparklers

submerging into the golden orb
losing identity in The One entity
no more incandescent

Calmed mulling over what was said
Hastily homewards bound I sped
Opened eyes in my bed

(pic. from wiki.)

Free At Last

Fearlessly I run amok in the whole mansion
Chatter of my tiny feet gets new owners’ attention
Many peaked ears hug walls and water pipes
Trying to nail the source of my sound bytes

Our duel of wits had lasted a long time
Until they accepted defeat giving me respite
No longer wary, I breathed happily, to enjoy
Free run of kitchen, bite here there to annoy

Hating my guts, a professional they’d employed
To capture me, heal their bleeding hemorrhoids
But I come from a stock both spunky and wily, in me
Catcher met his match, unusual protagonist, slippery

Grandma said at time of my birth stars had conspired
Hence I was always in trouble, all reform plans misfired
The professional set many a mousetrap for my capture
My uncanny skill kept me one jump ahead in utter rapture

Our cat and mouse play went on for many months
Until, end of his tether Professional gave up on seventh
To celebrate victory we had a gala party on the eighth
Ceasefire gave us all time to catch our breaths

Then alas, one day the building next door collapsed
Taking down a wall of our mansion that was attached
Life ebbed out of all of us as we scurried here and there
Disgusted, our master sold house dirt cheap in despair  
 
~~
I should be the last person to say anything against temptation,
 naturally, but we have a proverb down here ‘in baiting a
 mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse’.
- Hector Hugh Munro

Mouse is Not A Thief, It is the hole that Allows Mouse In!

-Herman Jacobs


picture from internet

The Ancinet Cave

Deeply embedded in snow
Electric eye mesmerizing
In waves azure, mystical

Primordial sounds emanating
Tingling aura, hymns, bells
Pealing, appealing

Tugging at the heart
Stirring buried links
Soul beckoning

Déjà vu astonishment
Familiar and yet not so
Weather beaten pathways

The ancient cave
Ancestral haven
Magnetic

Waves rippling
Dreaming with eyes
Inwards opening

What is dream?
What is real?
Substance

~~

The Monk

To free my mind
I sit to unwind

Detached from tree
A mere leaf I be

Can hold them nor me
Time and tide I ever be

Stilling mind I sit still
Lotus pose daily drill

Mind’s activity to abate
Ever wiping its slate

Detached thoughtless
Purposeless- nirvana

To free mind
I sit to unwind

A monk I be!!

Note: last year during our Alaska cruise- in the glaciers we saw a huge opening and it was a glowing blue in color- it sent tingles down my spine even though I joked that Superman is going to fly out of it! I was trying to capture the feel.

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