In the Shoshin

My body feels like a sacred, lost,hallowed hall. With windows thrown open, the curtains shreds of gossamer fabric, flailing, and wipping. Every so often the sound of tearing echo’s through the …

Blue,night,murky twighlight dances across the lake,waves washing cool carvings in the sand.

Aqua,water pebbels moving under my feet, grating into the cool bottom, looking down I see the rippling surf…

Does the beauty fade or does it just burn on inside both of us? Your touch will be on my skin until the earth removes it.

that I might awaken to my own vulnerability,
accept the whole world as it is, insufferably fractured, and bare witnness to the bruising beauty
of being alive

It seems to me
that i will forever be
ALONE.

The yelling begins, the doors slam.
The sounds reverberate through my ears.

The sound of first rikshaw bells
Is dressed in fragrance of fresh tea
The air is embroidered by gentle sun
And the wings of crows
Carrying the smell of morning pee.

They are but gone now; some remain scattered to the wind.
Then you will understand the music of the flute and drums, the language of the earth.

My father, whom I was raised by with stern instruction and who had relentlessly told me stories of past experiences unforgotten, now lay before me a child of helpless mirth.

The first time i looked into your eyes i knew there was something special. I just wish that one day that beautiful smile will be directed towards me. The sweet personality, the laughable, loveable, s…

To live in a place of nauseous foul or scented bliss,
Apathetic wander or lost indifference,
One of plenty or one of lack –
Appeal be made to what has gone before,
And what will come to this expect.

Ca…

The last glimmer of sunlight shows in the sky as I take my leave. Sadness overtakes me as I realize my flight is over. my journey has come to an end…..

.

I alone exist

Then upon the last stop on the way
As I sat staring ahead and the bus sat idle
Onto the bus my idol sprang

money is available for the wise!

To the heavens, the trees, the land, and the universe
I will pack your moon and stars into my purse
Hold my hand; please hold it fast
I am changing! Finally, at last

Let not slip the night
Back into sight