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The quarrel
with Honesty
is how well
t'is recieved
 Oct 2016
ryn
Catapulted...
Over the moon.
Counted stars
as I hurtled through time and space.

I had tasted the sweetness.
The spellbinding grasp of weightlessness
as I crested upon the peak of my ascent.
Felt free and overwhelmed that moment
where the universe and I collided...
And birthed the second.

I only had that second.

The second that spanned an eternity.
The second filled with abundant promise.
The second that unclenched my fist,
melted my heart,
and liberated my mind.


But gravity takes control
and that second dissolves as
quickly as it came.
Reality beckons almost gentle...
Like swaying palms in the night sea breeze.
Assuring me that I'll be back in my rightful place.

In this time...
And this space...
 Oct 2016
Mike Adam
This land
Is not your land

This land
Is not my land

It is land

This woman
Is not your woman

This woman
Is not my woman

She is woman

Folly
To fight over what
Cannot be possessed

From nowhere
Walk on
Walk on

Earth supports
Your feet-
Grateful

Woman looks-
Grateful

Walk on
Walk on

To nowhere

Walk on
Walk on

Alone

Amen
O Devi, awaken the good in all,
there's no demon, nor devil
but in our mind, our will.

Raise our spirit, O Devi,
to the mountain's height
so we can use our might
to leave narrowness and rise above,

learn to live in amity and love!
On the auspicious occasion of Durga Puja (08.10.16-11.10.16), the greatest festival of Bengal, I wish all my poet friends at HP happiness and peace.
I remain grateful for your love and kindness.
(cover photo: image of Devi Durga, 2016)
 Oct 2016
nivek
constant pain is constant reminder
keeps you keen ( sets free)
to live the moment!
chronic pain wears you out mind and body but with acceptance it can set you free from many illusions
 Oct 2016
Mike Adam
Permanent present
In
Present impermanence

O

With no immediate
Memory
Yet all
Events
Recall in perfect
Clarity

O

Here
Now
And now
Gone

O

Life without
Relation
To
Unrelated

Object

Nor subject
Relates to
None

O
 Oct 2016
Vaelente
What is an asterisk ** -h-e-r-e    or     -t-h-e-r-e *
only little stars suspended in an endless string of space
I wonder what is between them, in the molecules where they don't collide.
Isn't that the crux?
The question we must ask?
Our touch only as momentous as the reason we were not touching moments before?
How can we be lovers
if we do not know the ways we fight gravity
to lie together.

dash- (I've run away from my heart before)
h-e-r-e- (have another, says my sorry head,)
t-h-e- (dirt runs down the drain, but the scars always)
r-e- (accuse).

here or there,
little stars dash to hold hands
over the dips of dark matter;
these things between us.
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