Sensitivity is always
expressed in words
even when
the heat is playing mischief in
the desert and it's dunes
which never seem to end
my refuge are my
words
born in my brow

dust in my eye

The dust particle standing still
in the sunlight
is me

a universe around all dust
is me

how very close to you
I am
or
I am you
and that is me

why talk to me of god
why talk to me of faith
talk to me
about the dust
the dust in my eye

the dust in my eye
that is me

let me see.....

let me see
let me see my walk in
my journey
let me see me weave
a worship


let me see
let me see me trust
my pride
in my weave
and
my eyes
let me see
my walk
to my destination

YOU ARE BETTER OFF IF YOU BUY A LOTTERY A DAY.

THE LIGHTHOUSE

The word
then an another
the mind reads
one word at a time

The excitement of a word
the gestation for a word that comes from
a word

The deep breath
is the word in my sound
one at a time

Years pass by
the words
become the book
slowly filling
energy around

The book then turns
transforms
to become a lighthouse
a lighthouse we know
were never built in
safe places

An Absolute

Where did I come from
Where do I depart to
Or I could put my head on your laps and go to sleep

No more desire to possess
And a desire
To only own the freedom
Through freedom

Sustaining the identification
of an absolute
is an absolute by itself

What remains is the self
and not the stain of self

Where did I come from
Where do i depart to
Or I could put my head on your laps and go to sleep

Despair

I: I see this thing but am unable to identify what it is.

She: it's despair.

I: why do you think it is that?

She: because it is, and your question is absurd.

I: I see but if that is despair then...

She: what

I: the absurdity of despair and it's non contradictory way of being or a feeling, is feeling the right word

She:?

I: feeling is the right word, what if I ask you know, can one fall in love with despair?

She: yes, you can think that you love despair

I: what then the act creates hope of it being that is the feeling being with you till you die

She: now that is absurd

I: the absurdity is non contradictory

Thinking ABOUT love

I have always been thinking about love
and then it hit me, that I have always been thinking about
love
-what love is- I don't know
and that is sure as of now;
what love is in thoughts and how it has to
be thought I know that all.

The thought that I have it
The thought that it ran away from me
is all that I have.

But where's the love
I don't want to know ABOUT love
I want to know love.

When Eyes Closed

I walked in vast space
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

I was stationary
and I moved
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

I was one
and yet tied in entanglements
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

Working in a world
of suchness
was I
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

Everywhere I turned in that vast space
I met ME
as if there were only mirrors
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

I stop and shout then
stand still
come to a complete rest
and I feel myself move
I see me opening my eyes
and I ask
was it a dream
may be
the dream came in
when eyes closed

SUN

Sun on my face and hence
smile across my lips
is my mind
untouched
unparalleled
the throb in my chest

The girl in the storm

The girl in the storm
the girl with an angel face and
blue eyes

The girl in the storm
and standing still
as in a church and
in peace

The girl in the storm
watching the light house
the half light
in absolute darkness

The girl in the storm
laughing and lonely
waiting for
the fisherman
who would fly to
her from that
half light

The girl in the storm..........

the sound of me............

a voice
that is ME
that is
suffering
sorrow
pain
a stillness
a growth
a learning
then
not knowing
where from
where to


a vibration
that
is ME
just
a vibration