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Prabhu Iyer
Poems
Feb 2015
Untolled Bell | The Hermit
I thought you were my life. I grew my life around this life.
You and them were all I had.
Lost home when voice broke,
now this wind that scatters all -
peregrine again.
How do I start anew? What part of me do I say is not me
now and where do I find the I was before us?
What part of the mist
is mountain-tears and what part
the last monsoon cloud?
The heart is a hollow of the bowl-song, an unrung peal
of the untolled bell, sullen tree laden with loss
First snow of deep night,
silence has a colour now -
a hue called longing.
But I must let go. Transitory, the joys of our life, like
the distant lights disappearing at dusk behind the hills
Go, larks, speeding east -
all my ***** loves set free,
now rises the truth.
I was free, always free. The receptacles are gone, but love
finds new vessels, new vehicles.
Emptiness is full:
the shell has all the colours -
gone the jezebels
but still rich the air in hues
that more can dip in and drink
Next in the #Hermit series, this one is written in the style of a Haibun - dreamy prose, haikus, then ending in a tanka.
Jezebels are a species of Asian butterflies. Here they also connote fairies, magic and the birth of hope.
Also exploring the Buddhist doctrine of the ultimate peace of Emptiness, the innermost being, that is basis of all life.
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#haiku
#tanka
#haibun
#hermit
#jezebel
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