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 Mar 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
Somewhere in this world,
someone is weaving your burial shroud.
A shovel waits cold,
for it's time to dig your grave.

What have you prepared for this inevitable meeting?
I realized today that I had lost you
Thirteen hours after your call
When the house was empty
And the pain was free to rush in.
And all I wanted was a hug from you
Your arms containing me so I don’t shatter.

But you’re not here.
So I stand in my silent kitchen,
My tears falling and my heart pounding.
Wondering if you’re thinking about me, too.
I am the reincarnation of my mother's murdered spirit trying to rise

Do i go
And where
Moon has led me
To my kin
It is up to which part of me
Who thrives in best intentions
Never unfaithful implications

Let stubbornness subside
Teach in mind of love
New patterns painting plans
So hurtful hands shall never bear
An equal
Or a heart left to let go
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
O Beloved,
In this pomegranate garden,
I wait.
O Beloved,
You are already here,
but I wait.
O Beloved,
You are in me,
but I wait.
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
Blind.
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
The fish claims,
There is no water
The sand claims,
There is no desert
The trees claim,
There is no forest.

And I claim,O Friend,
that there is no You.
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
I am hardly fed
of the daily bread
of the barley bread
before I see me dead,
in my head
And my Friend in the Garden
said,
Eat,live and anticipate.
Fear not,I shall wait......
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
Simple man
Simple life
Simple way
Simple days
Simple taste
Simple face
Simple time

But never a simple mind.
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
The gentleman in the black trench coat
breathed out
a puff of smoke
and said,through the fog,
"I am a breeze of relief
to some
and
a storm of wrath
for others."

He took out a crumpled piece of paper.
Read it and mumbled,
"I wonder what your share is?"
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
As the poet spins,
and spins a tale
the crowd celebrates his twirl,
his whirl
But not a soul heard a word.

The poet stopped.
 Feb 2013 Overwhelmed
FigTree
Humanity.

Sympathy. Empathy. Unity.
Tranquility. Honesty. Generosity. Sagacity.
Purity. Sincerity. Quality. Amity. Morality.

Humility.
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