Hidden in safety.
Mystery lives, rests, and waits.
Lifting shrouds with time.

May be I should have,
Never come to this town.
With all my accent and tradition,I made myself a clown.
When I first entered, I wish you would be around,
To teach,to preach, to save me, when I drown.
We are no match and I think I let you down.

I've come back now
       from the periphery -
       where the multitude of
       things with names
Occupies all thinking,
                 all emotive reaction.

This must be what is termed
       primal wisdom
       - this constant compulsion toward
         the substantive.

Your arms and your mouth
The warm breath on my skin
The caressing movements of your body
Through one transient night...

Restores all
       to simplistic clarity -
Leaves me grounded
       in the real.


- fr

Looking at the clouds
On a windy day.
Guess what I have seen
On the sky.
The clouds shaped your name
Waiting for the wind
To do the same
With my name
Oh lord!
Two names
Making us so famous
You and I
Make our love reach the sky.