We're made of the same fire, you and I wandering skies, on a wind's whimsy, strapping on wings of hope, no questions why Time ticks, tocks, flies, but is just illusory; Between us, the spaces flow and the soul knows eternity has a plan we cannot see; Those stars, they conspire to keep us close so you and I, we're free to be.
The sea wails pushing away sea shells burying the souvenirs with such ferocity not one memory will ever escape the sands
Time sends a reminder hour after hour after hour 'You're not there yet' it chides; it runs in circles when it should be walking the straight and narrow like real people say
Laburnums weep, yellow tears dropping one by one by one on the hard concrete covering up what lies true beneath dressing up for the sun so it doesn't feel like it's a day after you...
Nowhere is a good place to start The air waits to be seen, touched, inhaled Lotus leaves hold pearls of water on their velvet carpets Peacock feathers like magic wands swish to eradicate evil eyes Evening skies string up a bunch of stars as fairy lights Mother Universe holds the moment ...as we meet for the first time
I woke up one day and found myself missing; My eyes were hollow but my skin was shining; Labels and laurels dressed up my identity; If that was perfection, it wasn't me.
I set out for the forest and among the trees, I carved some questions into the breeze; Some birds nearby came down to take a look as I sat and listened to the gurgling brook.
No answers came, no wisdom today but the pellucid peace took my heart away; I lay on the grass and let time flow free; If I wake up again, I'll know I'm always me.
Contained, constrained within a strange skin, one seeking soul began to hum a tune from aeons ago, from memories within lives unlived, unwoken in lost runes;
From here, chance concocted magic; Chaos complied and compiled a verse; Steeple bells and starburst made music and the seeking soul began to make some words;
The song strummed on the beams of the sun; Each earthly cell lit up and joined the chorus; The breathing body and the seeking soul became one; Heavens clapped for the magnum opus.
Ghazal – A 7th century Arabian form composed of 5 to 15 couplets that are structurally, thematically and emotionally autonomous. Each line is approximately the same length. There is no required meter or syllable count. The final couplet includes the poet’s name or name meaning. The rhyme scheme is: AA, bA, cA. dA, etc… Where A is a 1 -3 word phrase that is taken from the 1st line of the 1st couplet and occurs at the end of the second line in all subsequent couplets. I’d like to suggest a theme of what living you can do in a day, night, week, month, year, or a lifetime – your choice.