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A geranium
pungent smell with scarlet blooms
Grandmother's blue eyes
Your haughty anger
And pedant revelations
Cry for a good laugh
Consumed by a primitive hunger, they made passionate love,
in a lovely wooded stretch, away from their verdant village,
the girl, in the throes of a newly known pleasure,
felt something round, just below earth,
touching her moving hip; it turned out to be a dinosaur egg!
a witness beyond time for the ardency of Tamil lovers
Just imagine 65 million year old dinosaur eggs, obstructing the spirited love making of two young lovers, of present day ,who sneaked out of their Tamil village to a secluded wooded area, which  was selected  earlier by, dinosaur mothers to safely hatch their eggs!No wild imagination, this. Indian geologists found(October 2009) spherical eggs of dinosaurs in clusters of eight, in a village in Ariyallur ,Tamil Nadu, India.
Yes, Tamil lovers are immortalized by nearly 2000 year old, collection"Sanghom poetry", which bears ample testimony to their arder.(google " Tamil Sanghom literature" and 'dinosaur eggs found  in Tamil Nadu")
 Oct 2012 Eileen Prunster
K Mae
I must serve
I must give
So far this ensures
I deserve to live.

I touch to heal
your pain I feel
compassion sublime
is for you, but not mine

What can I give you
I need to feel good
Take what I offer
it is understood

your business is mine
I know what to do
Just listen to me
or else we are through

My own needs are boring
it is yours that excite
This is my purpose
Just turn off the light
I thought I had shattered this  pattern once I became aware of it....but I find it still drives me.
Stimulated further to write this in response to Bala's poem about life not being a popularity contest.
 Oct 2012 Eileen Prunster
K Mae
Considered by me only
after countless casualties
result of internal battle

Surrender
to this moment
to what is
within and before me
not judging right or wrong


Receive what Is.

Then

Make
a
Choice
Surrender, a concept much discussed with my highly valued stubborn self ; this writing inspired in part by a conversation thread in which Bala spoke about surrender being now an unpopular position.
 Oct 2012 Eileen Prunster
K Mae
Once made, there is
one more Immortal
walking and stalking
the living and dying

Stars and moon their heavenly light
darkness home eternal flight
Never may they greet the Sun
t'would burn them til they are undone

But how to staunch this fascination
I'm drawn into their alienation
Wantonly they make their rules
and see mere humans as the fools

They witness cycling of the eras
perspective lasting ages
With wisdom that is thus accrued
they are akin to sages

Yet we have what they need to thrive
the blood that keeps us all alive
Though weak and vulnerable we are whole
Immortals sadly lack a soul
Ammukutty's poem Vampire reminded me of my own somewhat abashed fascination.
I have relished every Ann Rice Vampire novel.
I now see Vija also wrote a Vampire square.  
For some reasons these mythical creatures hold a place in our psyches .
senses awash with green
and green smells, fresh, invigorating
a serene balm on the vision
drinking it all in
nearly wizardly growth
every little peeping ****
shares equal space with every looming tree
basking in the sun or dancing in the rain
each act done so devotedly
to Nature’s business
of making and undoing
                                                         if only we could be as one with life as them

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   08.10.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
 Oct 2012 Eileen Prunster
K Mae
Sun shines now through fog
misconceptions burn away
thanks to expression
Wisdom I have, and blindness too, looking through my self-perception.  I expressed a poem laced with self judgment, ignoring the good therein until shown by responses from dear Viya and Ammu .  Thank you !
I have been sailing
through the somewhat dangerous
sea of life,
seeking the new world
where there
is peace, love, happiness, wisdom, and compassion.
I sought it inside
the mind and body.
So, I found crazy mantras
and incomprehensible chants
and ways to sit
that once broke my ankle,
and a practice
of quieting the mind
that nearly killed me.
So this morning,
on Christopher Columbus Day,
I found
the true mantra
for me
and the true chant
for me,
the true words
which will bring
love, peace, happiness, wisdom and compassion,
and they are
love, peace, happiness, wisdom and compassion.
So now
I have found
my new world.
Happy Christopher Everson Day!
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