In the room of the soulshining a light,was the name of God.Guilt crouched in a cornerand looked up in shame... But found only loveWhere pain and grief sobbed as heartbeatsThe name soundeda song so sweet,they danced in respiteDeeper withinas embers seething, angerwas seen- and unwatered,bathed cool by the light...for there was only loveTo greed and… Continue reading Homecoming
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Night-time poesy: Unlatched
No… pray until your heart opens, like a door He quietly unlatched at dawn where every chant, spelled to silence breaks at the throat, to become bird-song... and you let your soul step out
The Fool’s Journey: a ballad of the major arcana
The FoolIn this life's journey,Lord, don't make a fool of me please guide me safely for my trust in the unknownis great and terrifying The MagicianI create my life I have all the tools I needwithin my being My words are like magic spells that bring all desires to me The High PriestessI know what… Continue reading The Fool’s Journey: a ballad of the major arcana
Lionheart
...a one-track soul, feet submerged completely all at once, and a sudden breath escaping as the last cold death being offered to Vaikuntha, for eternity. Big boulders over the charging waters, and my feet unsteady atop one; I found sure footing and let them guide me as milestones to the cosmos. One by one, making my way, pulled to that smile; the strongest, sweetest breath of God against my cheek; ebony hair waving- the herald of a homecoming.
The Walk
So, I walk with the devoted crowds -the faithful, abandoned orphan Finally free to be at home with the truest, kindest love I’ve known
Conch Shell (III)
Racing as freed wolves, my heart beats in tribal drums. I have no sudh-budh, driven to the divine form and trident in the shmashaan...
Conch Shell (II)
...the clarion soundsand my spirit awakensfloating to the groundswhere in spirals of incenseShiva sits meditating
Verses she wrote
Born only with versesand verses she wrote An ink-crafted deathsans blood, sans goreAnd with every verse writleft a part of her soulAll composed bit by bitdid murder herself cold
Incense-room Musings
How can I be anything but that I am? Can the reaching moon,when it's time for her to be full?Or the sleepless sunwhen it knows it must rise? The stream, at nightwhen it knows it can cool offfrom th' world weary swelterand high-noon's vibrant chatter? Does the rosethat knows even her thornsmay not save her… Continue reading Incense-room Musings
CONSUMED
If I could write as deeply as I love,wine would rain down from the skiesand we'd dance underneath.Verses flow from our veins and symphony reside in the tap of our feetBreathing fire'd make anewtowns and cities fallen on their knees,leaving the earth more fertilethan th' heavens,in its gloriously destructive wake... And so,I search wildly in… Continue reading CONSUMED
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