Through the shade,
Saw the glitter above.
With leaves swaying to the rhythm..
Of air that surrounds human
There it lay...
That empty one...
The green one...
Faded
There it lay...
Amidst greens and browns and
Dirt and filth...
Swaying... Swaying...
Creation and nature's play...
The curtains raise above
Through the lash of the hermit...
For he saw purity in the sway.
For he saw gentleness in the air.
For he saw all he wanted to see...
For he saw that he found answers
Within the geometrical shapes lay
The hermit's Dhyana.
The geometry of the body less...
Beauty
Ravaged of her skin.
stunning with the show of her veins.
The atman connected.
The hermit and the naked leaf.
Karma?
And that is?
The beginning of a journey so fresh.
The naked truth.
Friday, 18 May 2012
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear
Vulnerable was I...
Spitting out truth...
Unknown we were headed... where to?
Because then, it matter did not, much...
Because then, deeper truth revealed not,
Because then, the mind saw no plots...
While the heart was beating with pain...
Vulnerability stung into fear...
Gave me tears...
Gave me names...
And it gave me separation.
The soul cried then,
yet zilch was done.
The soul still cries,
yet zilch is done.
Beats of my heart still painful as it was,
Beating harder ever since,
They call out the name,
Cry out the name.
He hears none, my love -
He hears none!
Hands tied down then,
Legs tied down then,
My whole being tied down then and now,
How much of my heart was tied down?
How much of my heart is tied down?
Hate that which is around.
Hate that which is people.
Hate that which has rules.
Hate that which tells you you're wrong.
In honesty, hate that that has succumbed me.
Fear.
Hate that that has stolen my courage to burst out
And dare to be the odd.
Hate that that I don't dare.
Anymore.
The soul of the other moved on.
Quite true or false?
My soul can't say. But...
My soul cries to bind... to entwine...
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear.
Anbirkkum undo adaikkumtaall - Tiruvalluvar (Tirukkurral)
There is no bolt to fasten love - Tiruvalluvar
Spitting out truth...
Unknown we were headed... where to?
Because then, it matter did not, much...
Because then, deeper truth revealed not,
Because then, the mind saw no plots...
While the heart was beating with pain...
Vulnerability stung into fear...
Gave me tears...
Gave me names...
And it gave me separation.
The soul cried then,
yet zilch was done.
The soul still cries,
yet zilch is done.
Beats of my heart still painful as it was,
Beating harder ever since,
They call out the name,
Cry out the name.
He hears none, my love -
He hears none!
Hands tied down then,
Legs tied down then,
My whole being tied down then and now,
How much of my heart was tied down?
How much of my heart is tied down?
Hate that which is around.
Hate that which is people.
Hate that which has rules.
Hate that which tells you you're wrong.
In honesty, hate that that has succumbed me.
Fear.
Hate that that has stolen my courage to burst out
And dare to be the odd.
Hate that that I don't dare.
Anymore.
The soul of the other moved on.
Quite true or false?
My soul can't say. But...
My soul cries to bind... to entwine...
Through my blank noise to the deaf ear.
Anbirkkum undo adaikkumtaall - Tiruvalluvar (Tirukkurral)
There is no bolt to fasten love - Tiruvalluvar
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Poetry,
Soul speak,
Tirukkurral,
Tiruvalluvar
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