Raindrops up above, concrete down below
Whistles in the air
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
Walking down cold streets
Breathing down some air
Feeling a gulp on my hair
The wind feels so fair
And then I realize
There’s me, there’s me
I let the world continue to brush my hair,
The wind’s my compass and my fairy
***** of newspaper scrambling by the streets
I take some knowledge, I take some air
This very moment is what I wear
No rush
No rush, just smile and take a mighty hush

Legs extended just standing here on my mat,
with my hands together, just ready to surrender.

In this position, there is the foundation in which I find solitude in my mind.
For a little while, it is silenced, and leaves room for my soul to play.
At this point I am fine tuned to how my body is feeling.

Personal growth emerges, all while my soul is close to becoming one with me.

My Mantra- I am here, I am free.

©A. Harris 2015

Tea in hand
Sun on my back
Wind on my face
That is called love

You didn't forget how to write poetry.
You ran out of words
That describes the moment as more
than it is.

For a moment a river,
just a moment a river,
rushing past, just a moment,
a river.

For a moment, just a moment
caressing curves on those river bed rocks
for a moment, just a moment a molecule of water in the sky
for a moment, just a moment,
a river
for a moment just a moment
rushing on by.

Now is the moment, just a moment, river-like,
for a moment, just a moment I am that river.

For a moment, just a moment
I remember what time is
for a moment, just a moment
non-linier.

For a moment just a moment
a riverbed rock,
for a moment, just a moment
an ancient stone,
a moment just a moment,
this is who I am
forever and never
some time ago.

Somehow I can feel my patience wearing thin.
As the days pass me by where I lay waiting.
Exchanging letters has always been my thing,
but thinking how your voice may sound like has left me wanting.
Wanting to know what decibel it may register to.
How high its pitch is when you laugh.
Or how low will it go when you're being rough.
Will it sound like clinking glasses when you giggle.
Or like a soft running stream when you whisper.
All these I have yet to know
Until I've gathered the courage to give you a call

A  deep rumbling,reverberates
triggering a yearning for fusion
from the limitless inner sky.
A flash of lightening touches
heaven , earth and roots of being,
starting a chemical change,
in a moment of divine communion.
From the mere carbon, just the mundane
a diamond is born, in the womb of time,
don't let it fall off from the layers of passion.
hold it together in cupped hands
carry on all through the journey, til end.
I didn't know then,
a pearl falls out, when it gets
ripe within the oyster
can't remain hidden.
Your eyes told me without words
about the essence of that immortal moment
I touched your burning brows
and got electrified, glowed
with my touch you floated
as a flower in that scented air
I felt a peacock feather dipped
in your love, caressing my burning heart.

I,
for a moment in a vast space of time,
was angry.
Not at myself,
not at the world,
but at you, for you, *because of you.

Match the sleep up to the fire,
Words alight in bareface glow.
Take your knees and hold them tight,
Tonight's the night that Dragons fight.

By the river lives are woven;
Fabric soft and hugs the skin.
As the shadows dance about,
Throw their arms and scream and shout.

Froth at the shore - take care!
Who'll hold you back from the tale?
Don't lose any grief.
Each story's a thief.