I am not what you think I am
You are what you think I am
As above so below
As within so without
Your perception of me
Is a reflection of you
Love and light x

A field of dandelions
One hundred weeds
Or one thousand wishes
Your choice

Happiness is the falling of rain
Happiness is the opening of umbrella
Happiness is the raincoat
Happiness is the hot and crispy pakoras
Happiness is the leaking of tin roof
Happiness is the scent of rainy soil
Happiness is the hot mug of coffee or tea
Happiness is the laughter of my Baba
He loves rain, I love rain, we love rain.

Poets, like doctors, know the anatomy of suffering... tearing the paper with rusty carving knives...

We see scarlet scratches and eggplant colored bruises on every square inch of foolscap... we open scars with words... stainless steel scalpels which we never sanitize...

We perform open heart surgery with blunt instruments... We cauterize the wounds with coals of Fire...

We are civil war sawbones, removing the gangrenous leg to save the body... Carrying out our task with whiskey bottle anaesthesia.

So have a care... The Doctor Is In.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/30/2016

He scoops sands in baskets

then balancing neatly on the shoulder
carries to where needed
through bone breaking hours.

Upon his footprints is there a name
or a home
where he goes back for the night
lands featherlight kiss on a woman
awakes her sleepy bones with her hands
forgetting his days sinking in the sands.

Can you
Follow my philosophy?

If someone abuses you hurts you injur you
Forgive him for the sake of God