Category: Mood

Fire, flowers and flow

In the moonlit night
Release flowers and fire
Into Ganga’s flow

For pilgrims and believers
A gift to Ganga, river goddess
Holy of holies
Source and purifier

I seek the path to awareness
Reminding myself
The way through
Entanglement and attachment
Is not easily cleared

I carry compassion
A torch to light my way
Through the darkness of unseeing
I wield mindfulness
A blade to cut my way
Through the brambles of being

The rain installed
It’s own kind of pretty
On a day otherwise
Oh so grey and dreary

All life
Follows
The light

In the chill night air of autumn
I lay down on a rainbow
Of dewy grass and withered leaves
To watch the super moon rise
Between shedding branches

Sometimes
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile

Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle

In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw

There she stood
All radiant and backlit
In the evening mist
Like a Goddess on a pedestal

There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her

In the tall grass
Under a starless sky
I inch forward
Between heart stopping sweeps
Of an outpost searchlight

Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness

In this walled-in world
With dimmest light
And darkest shadow

I close my eyes
And dream of sky
Pretend there’s green

Hear the song
Feel the breeze
And the sun’s blue rays

Clarity comes
When I breathe deeply
So the light comes in
When I quiet my mind
So the mist comes clear