Ears I don't need to hear the music you are.
I don't have to sing along to be one with thy song
You are the tune, my words fit in, meaning falls in place,
The voice rises and falls,the  journey of my music thus begins.

You are the river of nectar, that never ceases to nourish my shores.
That doesn't need any space or time to flow through; it never ends.
A drop of it's ebullience, I am catapulted from the flow of your wave.
I roam, searching for you, to return and immerse  in your fathomlessness.

Star speckled fervor.

Bottomless,

This honey spice fathomlessness

give in to this sweet serenity

I'll pick myself up

regret it later,

but I let you.

Melt to nothing.

shatter every bone in my body

I may crash to the ground

because I am lifted when i am with you.



And I wont care to stop it.

Paralyzed in grandeur

I am thrown 5 thousand feet from the air

the wrinkles in my blankets,

as my sheets drip unto the floor.

I transcend the simple worries

I am flushed.

you are divine creation.

seems chimerical.

Turbo speed, you jet engine

submerged in the ethereal

subaqueous in metallics

sinking in a daydream

sinking my ships again

build me from the ground up

flow right through me.





not trying to tip toe,

vanished in it.

your breath on me

like the first gust of summer

I wish I could bottle it.

She fell in to the hands of darkness and wept
the world all of a sudden  ceased to exist,
she hoped, "If only a drop of moonlight
fell on the cheerful courtyard of the time past,
and show me  the happy scenes of yore,
children yelling aloud and playing around,
as if nothing will ever happen to break my peace"

Alone beyond mind, she soared in to a stillness, it was deep,
then light, so soft and fizzy surrounded her
gathered her in hands like her dear mother,
she felt light, pain vanished, didn't know
how much time passed,  felt like all burdens were  lifted.

Light was wisdom timeless, it told her, time has light feet,
from illusion it comes and returns to it's fold
all things good and bad in to fathomlessness dissolve.
"Forget the bleakness of the dark waters my dear,
you are the beaming white lotus, floating eternally above it."

Tokyo for Rieko
Seattle for Ishmael

Snow falling or Asian rain?
Either way: just as well.

Nice to meet you, Dr Solange,

Life has thousands of facets and affects people in different days. Writers, especially poets,  see life  more transcendentally than prose-writers as poetry, like music, speaks beyond the bounds of words and often seeks to express the inexpressive, the mysterious and the fathomlessness of feelings and emotions.

At the pinnacle, the true poet is almost a mystic.

  I am a learner and still don't qualify as a 'poet'.  

Best wishes from Melb