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Warm Earth

Swaying in the sunlight,
Ash on the eyes, as the canopy of palms shapes my soul.

Bougainvillea speak in some ways familiar.

To this green palace, our home.
Rich land and earth clads the bones;
Each clearing the sky,
And I turn my cheek to the calm moss
Inhale the rising nature.

This morning’s crystal dew is well risen
To the tune of babbling form.
I rest my cheek to the ground
Make wishes and listen,
Long distance calls to distant constellations.

The infinite, not filled by blue giants,
My cells a billion gods colliding and reforming.
The clear air a sweep of vermilion emotion,
These sunset colours are my own.

Collapsed hearts, broken promises.

The warm earth ambivalent and pristine,
Forgives all.

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Melting Stream

Firmament, fervour, born to the furnace,
Entwined in fiery embrace, man is the flicker in fire again.

Jousting with self, not wicker rocking chair, but granite chest;
Nerves fire off tropical storms and convulsions of energy
In majestic wave forms; bread knives, sinister laughter.

All hewn and etched, no solidity found.
A melting stream, falling aimlessly to be closer.

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Lay Me Down

 

I’d like to say that god, is the answer to all my little problems,

but I never met him and it looks like he’s disowned me.

 

I’d love to say that love, protects and breathes freely,

but you know sometimes, the loving just escapes me.

 

In this old world, seems like we’re always learning,

to breakdown, the little, that we are.

 

We may reach out, into an age of discovery,

but looking at you my child, I have some doubts.

 

You could venture, into the unknowable,

But too many questions remain unresolved?

 

Like when did we let go of the garden,

and where does the dying sun not shine,

 

As we step out, into another paling mystery,

Each moment, hand in hand, and the freedom there within,

 

Uprooted, yes, but seldom knowing

Of another silent lesson, a way to forgive.

 

Doubting, sometimes, the great revelations,

That your true beauty does not reflect mine.

 

So we grow, down by the old oak tree,

By the river that runs bronze and fierce sometimes.

 

All the things I did and said, bury them beside me,

Seems to fit with one who’s passing through.

 

I wish to thank, the glorious unknowing,

That grips me, by my primal roots,

 

And the longing for distant, faded horizons,

That drew me close to an endless brighter stain.

 

But some glory, even fleeting, seems to be revolving

within the soft breeze of change.

 

I’m no longer out for a greater understanding,

Seems some things, are best left for the grave.

 

Lay me down, in this elemental shadow,

Let me rest in that fragrant rose for a while,

 

And breathe in some forgotten perfumes,

And fall to settle, for unspeakable demise.

 

Lay my body down where the raven can see me,

Leave the door open, open wide.

 

I know you’re tortured by those who raised you

But Jesus, cut yourself some slack.

 

I’m not asking for you to take up all my burdens,

But please let me know, when you’re gonna break my back,

 

You know I’ve painted a world, in colours I find pleasing,

And the shapes of sentiments, you held so dear.

 

In our loving embrace, you left me watching over,

Some kind of myth without tragedy to bind.

 

So here we are now in this elemental mystery,

know that you can change it, and it’s alright,

 

Go out beyond the boundaries they fix about you,

Bury your heart in something wild,

 

Go beyond the borders of your heartlands,

For out there, is the true and holy land.

 

So let’s swim, in the ocean, let it take us,

Let us forget about the ways of dry land.

 

And sink into a bottomless awakening,

Way down, in the blind spot of man.

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Lost and Found

happiness is a fleeing bird,
don’t try to catch it
you’ll crush it’s tiny heart.

joy is the call of a blooming lotus,
if you tried to listen
you’d drown out the chorus.

peace is a still and infinite pond,
and you the frog
croaking at the shore.

love is a fragile spring breeze,
may it linger to
grace these transient skins.

hate is a fire we try to hide,
it splits and burgles,
burns out our insides.

war is the charred borders of the soul,
which spills from the empty heavens
where we are not known.

bliss is a burp in the universal giggle,
we are lonesome when we
cannot swallow down the thistle.

life is a fleeting chance,
shining from a window where
we seldom glance.

death is a punctuation mark,
where we all full stop,
to be released, to start.

nothing ends, nothing begins,
and we are lost and found,
fragile kites in mortal winds.

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Out of Stillness – Rumi

I was happy to stay still
inside the pearl inside the shell,

but the hurricane of experience
lashed me out of hiding
and made me a wave moving into shore,

saying loudly the ocean’s secret
as I went, and then, spent there,

I slept like a fog against the cliff,
another stillness.

Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)

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Sparrows in the hands of Saturn

I wish to live like the mountain; the stream, the forest,
I wish to break like the tears of our own private angels
Upon the moments when mystery cloaks.

I wish to roam, with the legends ingrained in the riverbed
Of my psyche, alive in the footprints of our myth.

I wish to sleep by the fire, at the doorway where all spirits gather,
Touching the feet of the universal guru.

I wish to be blessed in the language of birds,
Freed like the sparrow flying up, into the hands of Saturn,
Free like the ripples of the silent ocean beyond death.

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Angrez

I
Blow into my ear Angrez,
Whisper your fears in blue plumes.

Each sound is a place, all is sound sired by
These universal winds.

Does it touch your skin?

From the glow, smoke rises,
From the heart, love escapes.
What pleases such flames?

I’ll take you with me when everything
Is sleeping, leave your legs,
Take those wings.

Leave your body alone and sing your way out
Of the dissonant dream.

Turn this world upside down.
All that sky, in blue eyes.

II
Discard your clothes,
Let your hair turn to rope,
Bury yourself in invisible rivers.
Fast until your bones are empty
And strong.

We must burn to see the light,
We must crack our statue to be free.
To be free, bring the outside, in.

We meet again on that empty road
Where two worlds collide,
We softly spoke to make it real,
We are linked like a chain you and I,
This rosary of lives
And crossing over we cannot part.

III
See the path unknown to science,
Rise like an opening flower;
Bloom, bloom, she climbs within us.

In the pure light we hide,
Up to the crown of our being and
Grace is given.

You are cosmic,
You glow in the dark,
You are untamed,
You are.

IV
When the book of the world is closed,
How can we see?
We must find a teacher to dust our lens,
Clean our ears.
They bring warmth to the rays of the sun
And empty out our form.

Things happen and there we are;
The sky, skies, the ocean, oceans;
In their language beyond words.

It’s a dance we cannot see, but can join
In time, when the mystical non-sense decrees.

Natures gifts pour into us, we are
Fed by the stars and sky, not potatoes.

How can we make an offering
Of what we are?
True love is not a show.

All borders are connections,
In our tears and sweat, the hidden knowledge
That is everywhere, that comes easy
When we are our own creation
And wise to befriend the mute vibration.

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Angrez – In Hindi, an English or English-speaking white person.

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