#dhamma
night dipped in moon water
trees mouthing words
a mist forming on the surface high
dew drops ********** on the cement steps
incense smoke filming the whole scene
a lonely flame
a gentle twitch
ahead of the hall
a seated statue
eyes downcast
ignoring shadows high on the wall
just a flicker now and then
breaths sliced down
pieces of vibration splinters
fishing
for light
instead
confronts
a high voltage
emptiness.
©Malintha Perera 2014
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
thoughts a festering wound
gathering and multiplying waves
racing from the depths
oblivious
I gaze
through
the crowd.
passing faces all blank outlines
penciled shades quivering
ghostly hums curling my ears
pain
twist
and
i hear.
smashing the misty trance
a distance toll of a temple bell
taps on my glassy clamour.
all
empties
flashing
silence.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
leaves sculpted
statues in silvery
stardust
a solitary moon
half winks
peeks through
its mocking gaze
a crest, on little trophies
erected within us
their ghostly shadows
a field of ruins
of fragile dreams.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
It’s not the same moon
that you and I see
the moon is the moon
that we want it to be.
the moon is a picture
of our own thoughts
the moon will be
what we want it to be.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
the grass quiver tantalized
well tuned strings
plucked by those hands
of the churning wind
passing by…. passing by.
the leaves gyrate in tune
dancing on the chords
echoing in the stillness
whispering then and then
to go on…. to go on.
the sound of monkeys
adding leafy rhythms
with their jumps and turns
a mad crescendo
high and low…. high and low.
floating with the song
joy an ocean in each pore
my mind still and yet
on a magic carpet that swirls
here and there…. here and there.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
past midnight
i cannot sleep
not when the currents of the night
drawing me in
my kuti is alight
with transparent beams
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
my eyes are shut
but yet open
i want to move
but where is my being ?
i see through the walls
through dark waves
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
sinking …. sinking…
further and beyond
thoughts flaring
no handles to hold on
not even sipping
those lips that once lured in
who said the night is dark
and the dark is a black stream ?
darkness is light
light is darkness
one and the same
the same emptiness
void has no colour
the colour is ego
the night is not dark
and it is not a black stream.
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC