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and the poet said to the mountaineer
don’t look at the peak
as a goal to be conquered
look at it instead
as a loved one to be adored
and explored
and it shall be yours
forever

- 03.01.2013
        Vijayalakshmi Harish
       Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
I dreamt this last night-part of a longer poem in the ticker tape that my dreams are. Unfortunately this is all I could remember when I woke up.
Let your step free
From the shackles of time
The alarms are dead
Skeletal in the rounds
Of the past
Let to rest

Breathe the fresh air
Tickling your face
Today…
It is full of youthful aroma
That shall touch and
Evanesce…

For indeed tomorrow
Is precious
Sow it today
In the soil of present
Nurture it
Nourish it
With ample dreams
Rich and fertile

But let not the omen of past
Ever shadow it

We have come along
From yesterday until today
But the seasons of the morrow
Await –
That’s the canvass
Unblemished
Untouched
Outlines of past
Can definitely be re-brushed

Unchain the spirit
Undo the time
If we move today
Tomorrow evening
We can pause
Look back
And smile!
Radiating content
With energies more divine!
Snort,
like
when
water
wrestles
with
your
nose,
when
someone
steps
on
your
toes.
the night is my truest love
come to life. The lullabies
soothe like the shallow stream
rounds the sharp pebbles
therapeutically. Your mouth
now the extension of the curve
that begins on my own and
then becomes aflame.
i am not yet dead and cold –
but I am steeled
the darkness is the furnace
that has forged me.  the floor
a peaceful mother of pearl.
the silence a lover
that appeases my nerves.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   03.01.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Companion poem to The Waning.
With a tension in my nerves,
My motor skills flex and rewrite what they used to know.
It takes a sense of intention and commitment
to change what your body knows and what it never was.
Built for speed, forgetting to slow down, forgot how to stop.
Autopilot.
I forgot that life isn't just a sport to win, it's for playing also.
Nobody is counting your home runs, nobody cares about your record.
The only thing that matters is the fish that you caught, the fish you lost,
The mountains you climbed, the lakes that you swam, the sweat you gave, the blood you let flow,
The children you taught the game to.
Life is short.
Swing hard, run fast, exercise and practice.
So that when that moment comes when you are at the finish line, you know you gave it your best.
Remember to give your muscles memory.
From birth to death.
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