Rain Dance

The night, she arrived draped in lush darkness
that was so deeply elegant, it inspired mystery
as blue traces of twilight retreated with finesse
into the other world humming the morning prayer.
The world was enveloped in divine anticipation
as she gracefully stretched in a tranquil repose.
A beautifully delicate scent hung in the air
as she heaved sweet sighs of dreamy transpiration.
The rain, he arrived on the wings of the wind
as it roared through the hearts of mankind
the skies slit open, set the mountains on fire
the dark clouds melt into life with desire.
A light seeps through the conscience again
as night danced a wonderful waltz with rain.

I Suffer From The Moon

Who said that? I wish it were not so
I wish I could let go, let go of words
let go of emotions, let go of myself!
I wish my heart were beautiful and bright
wish it didn't turn into a moonflower by night.

I Know This Feeling

This morning I am with my old friend, the magnificent live oak. She stands over on the edge overlooking the rolling green hills and gorges. Lately, my spirit has been visiting her every night, so I had to see her in person. After all, when nature summons, I simply submit to her will. There are still little patches of snow left on the ground like fading memories of a bygone era. Tiny puffs of steam rise as the shadows of cold weather melt into brilliant sunlight. It is late winter but as I stand mesmerized by the beauty, it feels like a beautiful Spring day except for the little nip in the wind that is nibbling on my ears. The sky is a dazzling blue, a shade that is unique to the California sky. There are huge white clouds hanging low on the horizon. They look incredibly white and fluffy as if they had been cleansed by the recent rains. They make me sad!

There is absolute silence as I stand under the grand, graceful sentinel. A lone Osprey flies overhead, solemnly scanning the grounds for prey. Late morning sun shines on new lichen growing over the leafless branches of oaks. Its beautiful transparent green lends the scene a certain ethereal feel. The intensity of the color green overwhelms me for a second. Why? Should not I be glad? Rebirth, Regrowth and Renewal. The beautiful, perfect circle of seasons starting all over again. This is the time to celebrate and dance by the fire with pagan spirits, is it not? Then why this melancholy? A certain sorrow gets hold of my heart in its tight grip and refuses to let go. Come to think of it, has it always been there? Jung says the longing is natural and we are born with a wandering spirit. Perhaps, some of us are acutely aware of it. I think I know. I too must have arrived at the beginning, completing the circle of my own spiritual journey.

There was a time when I would stand awe-stuck by nature and worship its glorious beauty in a solitary moment. I was fully aware of the loneliness, yet I was utterly happy, lost in a deep soul. A soul that was not mine, but the grand, supreme universal soul. I was blissful to be just a tiny, insignificant fraction of it. Then one day I have separated myself from the source. A moment of poetic frenzy and I was lost. Yet, it was magical, unreal and I would not trade it for anything else in the world. They say when you love, you give away a piece of your heart. Fatalism? Am I to believe? Now I owe the emotions, the open, wounded heart; everything to that moment. Powerful words! They drive daggers. Yet, I am still here, intact. I came to know love and compassion. I am at the very beginning, once again one with the longing. This time I have a bruised heart filled with immense kindness. I look back and I realize there are in fact seven billion souls. What makes my struggle unique? My pain stronger? We are all in it together. A universal struggle for harmony. I love them all; my beautiful, gentle and vulnerable earthlings and I am ready to share their dreams.

Fantastic

The way you said that word, it was special
it resounded with feeling, a certain belief.
I imagined it materialize when you said it
imperceptible yet real; magical and powerful
like a mirage you captured in a glass bottle
on a summer afternoon by the Atlantic shore.
I imagined you; a tall, beautiful, lanky boy
you sat in the hot sand under a big blue sky
wishing with the dreamy conviction of a child
before you threw it into the great blue ocean.
Many years later, it would appear before me
every time you said the word, 'Fantastic'.

The Couple In The Bookstore

They were standing by the Fiction racks
when I walked in to look for my Stendhal
and happened upon a brief beautiful moment
He was holding her hands very delicately
it was clear, he cares about her deeply
often you can tell by a slight gesture.
Her crinkled eyes had a look of pain
there was hesitation, shifting, uncertainty
she wanted to say something but failed
he wrapped his arms gently around her
and asked pleadingly, "Honey! What is wrong?".
Compassion in companionship! How beautiful!
I hope these two people are in love
I need that .. I need them to be in love.
Happy Valentine's Day!

Integral

No, not exactly a strong soul as you say
there lie within me too many deep wells
they keep me rooted to a deeper existence.
Some nights are just beyond comprehension
there is a deep fear, it makes the stars weep
their tears, they smolder into deep red embers
and a brazen fire shines through the eyes
humanity is resilient; the soul is the truth.
Yes, I am integral, I obey the universe
by principle, we define our own destiny
we arrive by our own individual journey!

Blue Passion

I saw it in my dream one winter night
on a treacherous, mercurial dune.
The landscape glistened in the moonlight
I knew I was in a world that was not mine.
I saw the shadows play and desires run astray
leaving my soul to the mercy of mute gods.
Suddenly I plunged into a deep silence
I saw a moon ray slash open the universe
and there it was! A gift from the hidden worlds
The wisdom of ages and poetry within the soul.
It shattered into stars in the night sky
in the most beautiful shade of a delicate blue!