The Formula

The Formula
Revved by morning pick me up
I unzip my bag of goodies
Of two minds
What to hold
What not

Mind decants
Willfully what it will
Caring little for my rigor mortis
Post its faux pas revelations
To heal self I must perform
Surgery like soldiers in battle
Stitching wounds on the body
Bleeding in mind, traumatized

I pull thorns of painful memories
From the stems of my rosy past
Sucking ruby red pearls threatening
To drop off edges of thumbs
forefingers, my stitching goes on
Unabated, helplessly I see myself
Exposed, lobotomy must be nice
To achieve eternal sunshine of the mind
I shall wait and see if this will succeed

My bag feels lighter
Shoulders rejoice
Mind contrary
Is of two minds
Fiercely independent

 
Slate of my life
Has formula
Hard to crack
Courage to seek help
I woefully lack

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Ecstasy

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EcstasyPrepped
Swabbed
Anointed
Flooding
Effulgence
Suffusing
Glowing
Benevolence
Bestowing
Ecstasy
Breathing
Eternity

Mystique
Sacredness
Of
Places
Touch
Glance
Healing
Channels
Funneling
Refueling
Bliss
Open
Heart
Settled
Mind
Receiving
Blessings
Fired clay
Life’s kiln
Kneaded
Shaped

Early Morning Musings


Early Morning Musings- In Triplets

New Year came, left
Habits remained
As is

In my habitat
Same drab walls
Body sports mood colors

Seer read forehead
Wrinkles, laughter crinkles
Greatly perplexed

Time sped on wing n prayer
Life’s rhythm humming
Pessimist grudged, enduring

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Shining Moments

Shining moments

Flower’s beauty fading unnoticed
Acts of kindness in cloak of secrecy
Shining moments before oblivion

Falling tears dried
Hope’s flame rekindled
Rain kept on falling

She ironed the creases in her dress
Wondered about creases in her life
Nonchalant began whistling

Repentance self flagellation
Spirit unscathed mere witness
“One” reality, smokescreen duality

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The Playful Sprig

 Detached from my moorings
Clueless, I danced giddily with happiness
Full of curiosity, astride the blowing wind
Got intoxicated after soaking in new sightings

 

Earlier. anchored to my branch my view was limited
Now I go freely wherever the friendly breeze takes me
Alas! First I was bound by birth and now I am swept off
Totally at the mercy of a whimsical wind, such is my destiny

 

My siblings that stayed still hang from the parent tree
Cared for, cherished, nurtured, safely anchored
I am like that rolling stone without any moss and
The gilt that glittered from tree top is really dross

 

It is all a matter of perception
What appeared to be intriguing then, in reality
Is not so and what is tangible is what is and
We already have it, rest is a mirage, shadow only

 

Ultimate truth is that light n shadow exist in life’s vessel
A patchwork quilt where dark and bright sides wrestle
We all go through this cycle, turning relentlessly like those
Grain mills, taking turns at being a mortar or a pestle

 

I have had my moment in the sun
Where I enjoyed sights and sounds of fun
Now the wind has dropped me on a different ride
Where I know I will be thoughtlessly swept aside

 

I am ready to depart with few qualms
I’ve happily lived life on my own terms
I have relished widening my limited horizons
I gladly now pay the price n perish for being brazen

 
(photograph courtesy Howard Bloom)