Why not......

I asked myself "why not..this time..."
not look before you leap
but take the leap of faith
............why not

I asked my heart "why not...this time...."
not strategise your feelings and emotions
but love unconditionally
............why not

I asked my mind "why not....this time...."
not do the math and logic of people and the circumstances
but learn to live life for the fun of the moment
............why not

I asked my face "why not...this time....."
not do the half smile and let the burden of compulsion reveal
but let the glint of the happiness in the eyes reveal the smile
.............why not

I asked my eyes "why not...this time...."
not keep them wide open in awe and search
but close in peace and sanctity within.
.............why not

Happy in the Woods

Walking through a sense of place
where love and fear share
where anxiety is an attribute
where live and let die is a dare

Gazing around this sense of place
where the Beauty and Reason meet in this maze
where caring and growing is a grace
Awe and wonder writ on the face

Experience this sense of place
Inverse of what is Out side.
In itself, find, receive and retrace
It varies in time and tide

Living in this sense of place
Nature weaving a story
Of tragic suspense and comedy
Happy in this Woods....Live and let Live

Drifting

My eyes closed
The Thought, is the ocean
the emotions are the waves
rise and fall with every thinking.
Experiences, the surfs
Line defined
whether high or low
my eyes still closed

My  eyes open
Life is an Arc
between the right or wrong
people, places and things.....a game?
I play my part
Only words in a line ... not defined
who is to tell
my eyes still open.

Between the blink
Time travel at my pace
crest and trough of emotion
and the righteous word
merge in a vortex,
but in all reality
I am and I will..always
Be Drifting

A Simple Question

I have an answer to all,
and words, to fill the space.

I know, the ways of the world,
and sympathise, with some in the race

I am aware of all, that is around,
and ideas, to tickle the wise

I hear of every sound
and listen, to smiling voice

I see... of everyday
and vision of far.... to tell

I touch to feel a sun ray
and yet fear of emotions, that sell

I am mindful of His creation
and yet in awe of the cycle

I have a heart and its beat
and love that flows perpetual

But, I am yet to find an answer
...to, A Simple Question

Wheel of Time

I run over hills and fields
I run through the open fields and
I run along the stream and  river
with the wheel and the stick

I grew up
with the focus in my eyes
and the control in my hand
and happiness in my mind

Nothing mattered
not the weather,
not the relation,
not the hunger,
nor the words.

I run through the streets and gardens
I run through the roads and open spaces
I run in and around the buildings
within, the wheel and a stick .....now

I grew up
with the focus in my eyes
and the control in my hand
and happiness in my mind...so it seems

Not a thing mattered
the weather, the relation,
the hunger, the words
...unfortunate

To the Wheel of Time
I was unleashed
and then I am leashed
to the Wheel of Time

There will be a time
when I shall be
destined to be
a part of the Wheel

Overlooking, at the boy
running over the hills and fields
through open fields
along the stream and river.....smiling

Sometimes

Sometimes, I wonder Why
does the clouds leave the sea
and follow on to the land.

Sometimes, I wonder Why
does the seed fall away from the tree,
 to find a place in the sun

Sometimes, I wonder Why
do you feel the pain for someone you love
in happiness or in sorrow

Sometimes I wonder Why
does one look for the unknown, as known
yet be  destined in relation

Sometimes, I feel
maybe I question too many
and miss to live the moment

Sometimes I feel
and let some of the times be remembered
worth having lived for

Sometimes I feel
I will share some time with the one I love
and believe that its only love and not judge with pain

Sometime I shall have that time...every time
Or maybe I am having those some times...every time
Or did I miss the times.....sometime...every time

The Pall Bearers Burden

A flight to "nowhere" or to know where
the Energy is one.
The corpse lies alone
heavy, without breath,
in all the celebrations, ready for The Freedom.

All gather to carry, to the final destination
Chanting, the procession will weave through the path
Six shall carry the weight, of the corpse, rest shall offer the support
The shoulder numb, the heart in denial, and the eyes moist,
breath hard, mind resonating.

At the final resting place,
the Six will unburden the Weight
Only to carry the the Idea forward.....
Till such time that the Pall bearers change
 ready to unburden and carry The Burden.




(in memory of a teacher and the disciples)

IDEA

Realm of metaphysics, I run with it
In a relay, passing the baton to me
every time.

Giving me time to think...in the chaos
Anxiously searching for the line to finish
every time.

It dawns on me, as I realise that
it is with me.......always
SNAP...with a smile.....IDEA.
every time

Anyway

Twirling 360 degrees
Creating a vortex
Moving within
Restricted without
Energy consolidated
For All who shall choose to touch

Blessings written
Flying high in the wind
Lung Ta directed, everywhere
Like pollens, it will settle
To bloom.
For All who shall choose to receive

Sounds of the chant
Ring of the bells
Resonance unison
With the Universe
Ripples to waves,
Flow towards, sway around
For All who shall choose to swim.

Energy field identity
Connected to  God
Body a medium, speck of dust - scaled.
Cycle energised,
Awaiting turn, return.
For All who shall choose to be ignorant...Anyway

Missed Me

In the garden of lifetime
I  write my amazements and my thoughts
I share my experiences and my actions.

A walk along the footpath,
through wilderness and maze
I smile, all picture perfect ...or is it ?
Eyes wide open

In a time of my life
I blink..now and again
to reset the frames.
Only to miss the moments

Did I miss you...or
Did You miss me....or
Did We miss it
No one said...No one heard

Only I

.

Celebration

Kaleidoscope turn
Moments of exhilaration
Heart brim emotion
Epiphany unaccounted

Meeting of minds
Smiles exchanged
Bodies cross across
Energies transgressed

Time slowed down
Feelings paced up
Sit and wait
Stand and dance
Twirl to the rhythm of the Space
It's time for CELEBRATION

A Twig and A Prayer

On the forest floor, A Twig, I find
Time encapsulated, and, I pray
The Divinity of the Twig, transcends the scale, unspoken
Holding it in my hand, I say
Will you tell my story beyond ?

Only when you set me in a medium,
As is with All,
Like you, yourself in many waves to travel
and me, myself, travel the surf and all
I shall grow to tell the story beyond.

To you and it, what is the story to tell.
No time encapsulated, but free to flow,
My Glory you shall forever bask
In every fold and every turn, there you shall all....
live and tell My Story ...to go beyond

State of Affair

An affair, on impulse
by memory and the memorabilia
it meets at the synapses

Emotion travelling on a neuron
fragrance diffused, of delight
it embodies at the synapses

Heart beat, heartfelt
Dopamine charged
it directs at the synapses

A thought to deed
deed to action, right or wrong
know not...
Uncaring, it is, at the synapses

But

On impulse, emotion travelling on the neuron,
heart beat, heartfelt,  A Thought to deed........
An Affair

Daylight.

I am.....
my eyes closed .....
in my night.
Of the many rays of light
One shall streak though
piercing the womb of night.
Would be it be a touch, a feel, or an experience
awake, aware shall be
In this illumination...as so shall all
I will be born.

Running

Running  to find the corner of a square
Look and I do not see

Tranquil, tireless....
the square to spiral
It, is meant to be

Now I look and I do see
Tranquil and tireless
I am meant to be

"Let go" I hear a voice soothing
Oh! It, carry me.

My walk in the rain

My Heart beat
to the drops of an emotion
Surf of salt spray
Clear, pure
Washing my soul within.

My Mind bewildered
to the space and time of a relationship
Questions to answer,
drowning the voice within

I, am walking in the rain
and I close my eyes , moist
Peaceful or in pieces
 it matters.

Humility

I stood with my hands on my waist
on the Top of the Mountain, above all
Waiting for the Sun to greet me
......a bird flies above me
......the Sun beckons the direction,
and the Universe is at peace

I will be There

She asked me" Why will you be There?"

Between Rumi and Reality,
Between the Finite space of Past and Present....Now
Between the Time span of Hurt and Happiness....Ache
Between the Embrace of You and Me.....Love
I shall WILL myself to BE every-time for you THERE...
.....
I said "I will be There"

After a Long Time

After a long Time

Travelling in the cone of vision
at speeds set by Time
You gather the moments and memories
like the sprinkle of water as I row by.
Unknown, not knowing, Have sent the ripple in the Universe
The wish of Fulfilment as we ask and wait...
strange as it may sound
Don't wait, my love
We are the Universe, the moments and memories.
 See each other in a droplet of Time, held in your palm, over mine
Like a crystal ball, it will show
Our Love....
as we travel in the cone of vision
at speeds set by time.....
is the wish of Fulfilment 

The Reason

why does the flower bloom
to unfurl a reason, or
demand, a space.

why does the bee collect the nectar
to satiate a reason , or
to elevate, a nature value.

why does the sun rise
in fear of a reason, or
to participate in, the cycle of existence.

why, then, should one BE
in fear, in satisfaction or participation.
Being, is the reason
and not Being.... is  unreasonable.

I am....so....you are

The ride on a path chosen by Destiny,
a point perspective to Infinity
The decisions I take are the milestones
or are the forks to correct the Change

I am....so .......you are.


Me and you are One
Each a reflection of the other
however the flips in the time frame
Within or without

I am......so....you are


Let it be known then
that since time eternal and forever
you to me and me to you
we shall remain
sometime body, sometime soul

I am....so....you are