Tag Archives: truth

until

in early morning

I

seek

my heart

like a good friend

dialogue is easy

wavering like a mirage

swaying like a seasoned mother

but there are those other days…..

a smooth stone

a sheet of steel

a silent impasse

there is no other way

i stand at the door

until

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Awaken

 

disappearing bones

of petal strength

and crushed colour

fitful pastel thought

shaping over walls

and the creeping sound

that moves you

and presses you,

slinging into you,

the very song you dream of purging….

and still

in ten thousand years

we are found

mouthing words that bind our seemingly free

delivering

the sweet opiate

we swallow with our eyes squeezed shut

in order to continue throwing rice

instead dive

 

why not,

past the

clenching,

 

and pull the teeth that grind those vows

let it happen,

be water on this hardened page

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Somewhere Lions Roam

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the fourth of ten poems.

 

The decree so weak,

the care so false,

that glazed windows battered by sand, clatter and shade….

The dark dancing is set to fool and huddled children shake against peeling skin.

Glitter is medicine sold by winking monkeys.

The silver oil is for dreamers sinking in blossoms, eaten by ants

and bathing in fountains flanked by old wizards.

Just keep spinning and avoid the funeral tune, wedging planks to hold your heavy lids against the fluttering.

We exist here in dirty, self-imposed contradiction

whilst somewhere

over prickling grass

she strides

emboldened feet

absorbing truth

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Incognito

 

 

listen to the glisten

at the edges of the mouth

with a tip of the hat

spy the twist

of the lips

and the words

on the tongue

note the warmth in the wet

slide the lines

on the page

turn the corners

of the look

on the side of the eye

and a glance or a shift

of perspective

and light

at the window

of mind

under wraps is a glow

like a worm

in an apple

in a cloak

i n c o g n i t o

A lie is a lie no matter how small if it sits on the heart

keeping people apart

and the pain

is a dream

bare the light

breaking in

to the night

peeling back

from the fruit

or the fright.

Revel in your truth, be proud of your fleece

let the flowers in your mouth

fall soft on your feet

wipe the dust off your knees and blow old off your book

be the queen of the universe

and king of your nook.

Love Swept The Breeze Away


Fresh and cool it entered

then swayed and left,

or seemed to,

me and you,

the saddest

flowers

in the sun.

But the heat that kissed the space just above my skin

told me the truth

I didn’t know until then.

Time entered and sighed and I listened so hard,

I pressed my ear against the

tight spot  in my heart.

Feathers ruffled, a moment shuffled,

the breeze stung my eyes and made me cry (it didn’t mean to).

Breath filled me and called me and kissed me

on the inside.

Love shifted and swayed and seemed to say,

a word that only

the tight spot,

deep in my heart needed to hear.

one

soft,

perfectly

fragrant

word…..