#yin-yang
You are an artifact, chiseled alabaster,
I am just molded plaster of Paris,
You remain rich shiny white,
irrespective of seasonal changes,
I need frequent involvement of hands
that know their craft well,
to be seen as an object of art, that barely survives,
but still brittle, would easily turn to dust.
Men and women are different, inside out
I was told, I see it myself now and delighted!
Over and over again I ask you to be aware of
the limitations that tie me down and forgive
but you won't accept, go on with your life quietly
caring so much to keep my sinking heart buoyant.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
I found myself down at the bottom of a cliff;
Waves crashing upon the rocky shore as my body floats adrift
There I was lost in wonder,
“Had I not left this very world I now find myself stagnant in?”
Has life's infinite wonders, once again, grasped hold of my lonely lost Soul and pulled me out of the darkness right on to the other side?
A continuous cycle spiraling round and round from infinite to beyond;
Endlessly evolving and revolving as yin moves through yang;
As light warps with sound
From matter to energy,
Forevermore infinitely greater than mere dust in the ground
What happens next, as I awaken to this new journey;
Moving forward; starting fresh?
I find myself gliding on wind as oxygen to new souls;
Growing through love with life's ultimate pure bliss
One request for those I've loved and left behind;
May only memories of my love be your everlasting guide
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Her loneliness wears maroon,
I am aware," to her yin, my yang,"
mine in deep purple echoes,
the density that's her, in my presence.
On an island of her own, she sojourns,
where there is comfortable room for two.
A happy recluse she is, ruminating,
diving deeper in to the sea of consciousness.
What does it really mean?
we are wound around a "KOAN", working on it,
wouldn't stop to think, I flow
with the insistent gravitas of the current,
Through her the dense silence speaks,
in voices clear, heard within me.
all beyond words, and in a far more
subtle plane, than this existence.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
A single bend
A thousand times.
I hand to lend,
To darkened eyes.
Up and down, &
Back and forth.
I am a robot from henceforth.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC