I pull apart the heavy drapes of darkness
Wading through thick musky flower scent
Leftover heat rising from the ground up
While shadows close snugly right behind

Two fat ladies pedal away in lycra
In this stillness I could hear them from afar
Their bikes seem absurdly small underneath them.
And I think:
If we're all alone together: then none of us are.

Dear diary;
last night I met the moon.
She forgot how to shine in
the darkest of nights.
We grew close-
a bittersweet bond
since one of us
was fading
away.

The moonlight of the scarlet eclipse,
From the chasm of the phantom heart.
In the void of the bottomless pit,
Wandering in search of attunement within.

Abstruse like the nucleus rigid,
Fragile like the flower petal.
Hummings of the oceans and sky,
Quivering will, the fear occupy.

In the stones of faith to pray,
For the lurking fleshes of past which stays.
Rippling through the time frames,
Turning to the ashes gray.

I see every galaxy
shining through your eyes
and every star
burning in
your smile.

It was dark for so long before you entered this world
Towing all the light in the universe behind you.
Like some cosmic miracle, everything changed.  
A flash and a bang and, suddenly, a whole world bloomed from nothingness.

Everything in this great new world is glowing, and I know that  
Even if it is just the two of us  
Standing for eternity in this empty universe,
I am unafraid.

Your hands hold all the warmth I can fathom. Your eyes hold all the stars I can name.
The sun is bright. It is warm. You are here.
I can see infinity in your eyes.
I can see everything. I can see you.

Speaking in two different languages,
we found a way to understand each other,
through music,
through the universal language of smiles.

We found ourselves
rising higher in love;
higher than with those
speaking our mother tongue.

'Birthing poetic breaths into being.
Bringing forth cosmic consciousness.
Disguised as my incarnating dreams.
What a gift to me?
To become each and every day a better version of me.
These are the poetic thoughts always stirring about in me.
This is the 'Namaste  Child's State of Being.'


Copyrighted (2016)

I didn't think the
Earth had two moons,
but then I found you.
Each night you glow
as if this world wasn't
pretty enough.