amber blooms on hills
and fluffy sheep in green grass
puffy clouds above
cobalt skies, blue lake
every day is tinged golden
red butterflies flit
raspberries are ripe
in the hour cardinal sings
......
{ “Awareness : He began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.” -
Gabriel Garcia Marques }
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Mirrors of Mercury
Who is Shams and who Rumi
is like asking who is fork and who knife when apart they sing not a single song
......
Descending from the ethereal heaven
As all naturals and celestial
My spirit sneaked into the artificial garb
With subtle body energies
Suspended as an infinitesimal being...
In the vast nothingness of the infinite cosmos
Existence hangs in balance,
Scattered in multiple parts of human life-
Small or big parts of the whole
......
The chaos of desire and philosophy,
numb it seems to the norm sea,
for it isn't a norm.
Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
......
We fill days with thoughts,
images that drift in and out,
opinions we adopt
without seeing them for what they are.
How we think
and what we think
holds no value
unless we are willing
to think about it.
......
{ “Awareness : He began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.” -
Gabriel Garcia Marques }
_________________
Mirrors of Mercury
Who is Shams and who Rumi
is like asking who is fork and who knife when apart they sing not a single song
......
“The Sound of Then”
I heard your voice—
a flicker through static,
soft as dust on an old cassette.
And suddenly,
I wasn’t here at all.
I was there—
back in summer’s too-loud laughter,
......
I hadn't moved
yet I had traveled far
Perhaps beyond a star.
I never made a claim
tressures all to pain
crystal blue waters without a stain
Don't lose something to gain.
Release the tears
of prolonged fears
Of yesterday's years.
......
Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
......