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 Oct 2014
Nalini
To live life in its fullest
To taste the grapes of joy
To drink their wine in glasses
To feel the sweet drops,
And enjoy.

To be enchanted,
Drunken with delight,
To see the brightness of the stars,
During the dark, mysterious, cold night…

I dream of happiness and laughter,
Of rainbows shining in the sky
I dream my tears are turning into roses.
They're dropping on my pillow as I cry.

I dream of green fields, and I'm running
I feel the wind stroking my cheeks.
It dries my tears and softly whispers:
"You must break free of all your fears".

I close my eyes and I am swallowed.
Consumed,
By a gigantic salty wave
And I am floating, not resisting,
I'm only trying to be brave…

Inside the sea, deep in the darkness
I see my past, my present and my dreams,
And there's a voice, floating beside me,
It tells me: "nothing's as it seems".

At times I'm chocking, and I'm drowning
I'm praying for the coziness of death,
But when it doesn't come, I realize that
All I need,
Is a deep breath.
2004
 Oct 2014
Nalini
Something is dying
Something is
being born

The shedding of
the old skin
is but the birth
of a new one

The void
is
the falling
and flying
simultaneously

But we can only
grasp
one
side of the coin
at a time.

The silence
in between
breaths

Whispers
the ephemeral nature
of all.

Peace is in the eye of the storm.
Written on October 26, 2008
 Oct 2014
Nalini
Water

First come the small waves
Light turquoise color
So pure
She can see right through them
As they are washing over her
She

Forgets

words, herself, the ocean,
The waves

Grow

Now being carried by them
She laughs
The laughter is heard only

Within

The silence of the waves is
The sound of her

Heart

She breathes in
The fresh
Water
So pure
Light turquoise color
Then comes a light breeze

Air
 Oct 2014
Nalini
Walking with colorful butterflies
around
within
Dissolving into bubbles of joy

Nothing lasts
Nothing is lost.
 Oct 2014
Nalini
It begins with just a whisper,
A hint of murmur,
Some quiet tremor
Of warmth.

Growing stronger each moment,
The flutter turns into
A familiar song
Of tenderness.

The sound flows clearly now,
Gushing like waves on
A distant shore
Of silence.

An ethereal orchestra is already
Masterfully performing,
The rhythmic tune
Of affection.

And soon, the unbroken melody
Softly transforms into
The ageless symphony
That is a cat's purr.
October 20, 2014, 11:30 am.
Inspired by my feline companions.
 Oct 2014
Nalini
Every element of nature speaks,
Singing a song of silence.
The heart
hears.

The tree next to the bust stop
Has been stripped by the winds
Almost completely,
But I can feel it smiling.

It communicates without sounds,
Words or concepts,
That which is most real.

And my heart is stripped
Naked
From all its layers,
As I listen.

It feels like a warm and loving hug
And I stand mesmerized,
Tearful eyes, smiling...

Riding the bus,
observing
the people,
the same song plays.

Without being aware
They too sing,
The song of silence.

The surface is filled
With different emotions,
Thoughts,
Experiences.

Yet I am diving deeper into the ocean and
My heart smiles again,
Recognizing the familiar music.

Walking down the street,
Hundreds of ants
Running
On the pavement.

The rain has destroyed their home
And now they must
Rebuild.

Walking carefully so no life is harmed,
Again I hear the melody.
It is sung by the ants and the earth
As one.

By now, my heart is laughing.
Dancing completely naked
In no space or place
To a soundless tune
Of an eternal rhythm.
Nov. 24th, 2007
 Oct 2014
Nalini
Now
It is time
To give yourself up.

Surrender,
Abandon all struggle,
Thoughts, worries and hopes.

Now
It is time
To be Silent.

Be as heavy and still
As the highest mountain.

Be as light and serene
As the delicate flower.

Now
It is time
To listen.

Listen in pure silence
As if trying to hear the voice of the sun
Rising at dawn.

Listen to the one who hears
And rest in this
Timeless equanimity.
Feb. 18, 2011
 Oct 2014
Nalini
When you look deep within                     Set your tears free now
And see clearly through                                Let them go running
Eyes of love                                                             Like wild horses

Only then can the blessing                      By singing all the secrets
Of the broken heart                                      Of the open meadows
Be recognized as                                            And catching fireflies
Each piece is                                                               ­      One by one

A doorway                                                          ­                  They will
To your                                                             ­                    Bring you  
Self.                                                      ­                                         Light.
October 20, 2014 (1:10 AM)
To be read in whichever way you prefer: parallel stanzas, or just up-down and up-down again.
 Oct 2014
Camellia-Japonica
I like a garden where flowers grow,
yet occasionally a **** does show.
Do I pluck that **** for creeping into my flower garden?
or assign it to my mind, where it can grow un maligned.

Declined by the flower garden, my mind gave the **** a pardon.
There it did stay, entwined with my thoughts that gave it beauty.
A **** is not to be plucked and thrown away,
a **** is to be nurtured like all of humankind.

My mind grows fruitful like a garden, all are welcome,
weeds especially, for they are most likely to surprise.
Weeds, like all that live chime and shine when given a chance.
A chance to grow enshrined in my mind garden.
© JLB
06/10/2014
00:34 BST
 Oct 2014
Adam Struble
Through the haze of memory

circular analog- closing in to center
cardboard jacket sound of childhood
visceral fun- flashbacks- trials at night
campfires- flashes from a country concert i am told i never attended
blue grass in the mountains. in utero
second sight memories- past flutterbyes
another pair of shoes for the spirit
birth the vessel of a star

fighting survive in insect humanity
dance of smile and jazz
i love the daytime
free of the moon's inertia
the tidal grip of weakness
cup of giving in
and a lady with a bow
a staff and a white bear
art is the dance of life
spilling out
truth in matter and motion
 Oct 2014
Seán Mac Falls
The whole world is a sea—
A great ball of green blue eye
Watching the skies with a watery
Gleam in the round and swirling
Aye, the sea is a sauce, quivering
In the bowl of heaven and clouds
Are blushing with rivers run flushing
Waters older than the gold of stars,
Into the sea.  I see that hushed time
Is flowing as it all revolves with tides
And birds, white as snow and foams
Pure as dreamed downy wind, wings
Long, sure, set for a choppy pilgrim's
Sea journey, swaying with the stages,
Always breezy, sliding as fish do flying
In her rounding depths and her gusty
Crests and all are riddled as mariners
Who travel on her spindrift ways, days
Of the dizzying sun and steamy springs,
We all go step into deepest end, darkling
Fathoms of slip, those eventual afterwhens,
Riding the sunk, fabled under-ocean streams,
In mangled kelps of weeds, into the murky wave.
 Sep 2014
Camellia-Japonica
Come take a walk with me.
What do you see?
It's not a trick question, I'll answer first.
I see a world that is cursed.
Cursed, by greed, by wannabe fame,
and the human race playing a game.

What do you see?
Do you see the sea choking?
The forests de-cloaking?
Their limbs torn and cut for adornment?
Do you see children hungry?
Being used for money?
Do you see the rain as just water or tears?

What do you see?
I see people not caring, not sharing.
I see pain and sorrow for the coming tomorrow.
I see destruction and ruin of a planet that ironically rhymes with birth.
I see darkness where light should shine,
in your soul and mine.

Let's take a walk, a wander, a gander,
let's take time to see the truth, to soothe, to return kindness,
to ourselves, friend and foe.
With nothing to gain but a smile and hello, from a neighbour,
from a world in pain.
© JLB
29/09/2014
12:37 BST
 Sep 2014
Camellia-Japonica
Hush!
Listen do you hear the silence above the roar of life?
Hush!
Do you hear your heart beating to your life's song?
Hush!
Do you see the sky above blanketing and comforting?
Hush!

Do you feel the world spinning around? With you standing still upon it?
Hush! Sshhhh! Quiet.
Listen to the flow of earth's blood in her rivers and streams,
feel her warmth from the sun like an adoring parental gaze.
Touch her thrumming life in her growing forests, see her wonders created for us her children.
Hear her lullaby before she is muted, choked, buried alive by us, with
our waste, our destruction, deforestation, over fishing, hunting.
****** the fruitful earth 'til she our mother is barren and useless.

Mother Earth is weeping and above the roar of our selfish modern sound, we do not hear her crying, or see her tears silently falling.
Falling onto selfish mankind.
Gaia that great mother to all, giver of birth to earth and it's universe
is a woman reclining upon the earth surrounded by a host of jealous warring infant adults the fruits of her labours.

*Oaths sworn in the name of Gaia, in ancient Greece, were considered the most binding of all.
© JLB
09/09/2014
16:50 BST
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