sleepy bones are afraid for a sudden heart-beat
without polishing the dreams for a further stage
it is this body which pollutes me
as a feeble lizard in a ceramic pot
but this pot is filled with tea for awareness
yet there is a purpose to carry my grave
without enough ground to secure my last poem
and even my thoughts fear me as a stubborn father
as I move on the tracks filled with amnesia—loosing
the only fragments of this language
Body. Yes. Yes, this body may hold you to the earth. It may tempt your spirit with pollution and pointless endeavors. But it is also the vehicle by which you convey hope and love and understanding to others. Its death is not now, but is to come. Many years from now when your spirit will arise and wander. But for now–through two angry yet perceiving eyes, through two grasping yet caressing hands, through aching yet healing flesh, through bones that are brittle yet binding–for now your body brings your self to us. And your self inhabits this time with such presence. You are most welcome in this time, my friend.
It is such a pleasure to read your words, they are surrounded by profound light of life. Knowledge arrives without any sign. I hope to become a smiling light again. Thank you for this, heartedly, I say this. Blessings and love.
Hmm why so fatalistic Pawan ? Cheer up young poet, your lines are profound and valuable!!! Hugs and love,
I’m returning back to peace, Aparna. Let me slowly walk the tracks of this beautiful life. I hope to become bright again. Thank you so much. Blessings and love.
very well done Pawan.>KB
Thank you, KB. Blessings and love.
Brilliant!!
Thank you so much. Blessings and love.
I love the idea of your thoughts fearing you as stubborn father.
You poked me now, Karen. Ah!
Thank you. Blessings and love.