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River, with blue, black, red or clear, water, speaks force,
by a wordless word, uttered, throughout the course of  flow,  
and the fierce, swirling currents hidden below,
I am that, which shows its urgent need
to commune with limitlessness.

Winds, carry with them, a meaning concealed,
of elation,  an avarice for every whiff of smell,
wind I am, with  full of speed, demonstrated as
a wish to embrace, pollinate and proceed.

Earth, my nurturing mother, remains in me, mud red,
life giving sprout, the deep thirst of blood;  
its nourishing salts, has secret memories from long  distances,
from the very beginning, we as salt of the earth share.
Earth is where I have planted ancestral  memories for ever,
the desire, to touch, kiss, explore, spread roots, propagate.

Sky is my mind beyond myself, 'sky mind' of cosmos,
when, the clouds that constantly in move, blocking the sun of knowledge,
are finally  removed and  all become clear, I am ready to see the whole,
I stand in awe, like a wondering kid, stand naked below, throwing away all my toys,
seeking the answer to the conundrum of my existence.

Fire, the soul of the rock, in the core, the undying spark, that has seen all,
igneous father, the intellect beyond form, that consecrate all my offerings
of body, mind and spirit, flames in my *****, my love for life eternal  as a seed I plant in her,

**Accept every thing I renounce, with a smile 
 in  this sacrificial flames, Oh! holy fire
make them subtle, formless, transcendental, immortal.
"Idam na mama"(This is not for me)
"Idam na mama" (this is not for me ) the refrain chanted by priests before putting each offering in to
holy fire in ancient Indian ritual "Agnihotra"
In eyes, tears sparkle
Like early morning dewdrops,
Making pain beauty.
Just a little something that popped into my head last night when I couldn't sleep.
I think of you often.
When I'm driving
or right before bed.
I think of the way things ended..
how we seemed perfect only weeks before,
and then in a flash,
you were taken from me.
I don't think I've ever cried so much
as I did that night.
I couldn't even go to school the next day.
The truth is,
I miss you.
I miss how you were the one
who was always there for me.
You never left,
even when I came crying to you,
even when I ignored you.
I miss the way you push me,
as messed up as that seems.
How we'd spend hours together,
and by the end,
I'd be hunched over;
exhausted and sweating.
How you'd bruise me and make me bleed.
But I craved to touch you,
and feel you in my hands.
I'll never forget every lesson you taught me,
good and bad.
And even though I see you sometimes,
on a Saturday night..
I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy
when you're with other girls.
You have influenced my life
and will always be part of it.
You will be part of my future.
But eventually..
I will lose you again.
And I don't know if I can take that.
Just know that I'll always love you.
To my greatest love.
So he asked her why they'd even moved
to California in the first place
if she hated the heat
so ******* much.
She looked at him and said
"I hated the heat,
I still hate the heat,
but I loved you more.
I LOVED you more".

— The End —