A Kiss
Of all raw passions, kiss alone
Seals lips but opens hearts
So short its distance
Be it of blood or two souls,
To reverence awareness,
Sweetest though unspoken
Understood by any tongue
Whose affection natural as sigh
Woman
To fulfil immortality in life
Is woman's truth
Whose sole deed is
To disclose us to ourselves,
To whom next to Almighty
All owe their life
And who makes it worth having,
Although in the veil of desire
Poetic Masterpiece
Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.
Like delivery of Divine Revelations
which favours calmness of wilderness;
It's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude:
an abode of Enlightenment in whose mirror of grace,
purest passions reflect out from shady reality —
to gratify inflamed curiosity of Inward-Eye,
as it wanders around source of enchantment,
seeking in expanded awareness to capture
the essence of a phenomenon shrouded in mystery.
* I Leave My Heart With You *
I met a friend
She dreams
about the summer
The flowers are on the table
Soon,
she’ll sing,
like Luciano Pavarotti
Without an audience
Her finial
Illusion And Reality
What is seen is not the Truth
What is cannot be said
Trust comes not without seeing
Nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge
To the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship His various forms
In what way He is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows
Anc And The Struggle
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
Long Live Child Of Necessity!
Viva ANC!
His growth fraught with perils
But nurtured by sons and daughters of the soil
Deprived of dignity and birthright
The Abyss Of Drug Addiction
In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,
he oversteps the bounds of reality
into a state of altered awareness.
Overwhelmed by a rapid beginning of
a buzzing sensation — The Rush;
emanating from deep inside him,
surging along the veins streaming
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it?
Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under your hands. Even here, though,
something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge
an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air.
But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know
and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart.
The Creation I
The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.' And He also gave her a cup of sorrow and said, 'Drink from this cup and you will understand the meaning of the fleeting instants of the joy of life, for sorrow ever abounds.'
And the God bestowed upon her a love that would desert he forever upon her first sigh of earthly satisfaction, and a sweetness that would vanish with her first awareness of flattery.
And He gave her wisdom from heaven to lead to the all-righteous path, and placed in the depth of her heart and eye that sees the unseen, and created in he an affection and goodness toward all things. He dressed her with raiment of hopes spun by the angels of heaven from the sinews of the rainbow. And He cloaked her in the shadow of confusion, which is the dawn of life and light.
Then the God took consuming fire from the furnace of anger, and searing wind from the desert of ignorance, and sharp- cutting sands from the shore of selfishness, and coarse earth from under the feet of ages, and combined them all and fashioned Man. He gave to Man a blind power that rages and drives him into a madness which extinguishes only before gratification of desire, and placed life in him which is the specter of death.
And the god laughed and cried. He felt an overwhelming love and pity for Man, and sheltered him beneath His guidance.
Song Of Love Xxiv
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Wine, and the heart's nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.
I am the house of true fortune, and the
Origin of pleasure, and the beginning
Of peace and tranquility. I am the gentle
Air Pollution
What is air pollution?
book defines as contamination of gases;
But is the definition this much only,
or you think there's some more, yes there is!
It is caused when the air balance,
of our atmosphere gets altered;
Mainly because it causes CO2 to increase,
and makes O2 blurred.
Poet's Obligation
To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house or office, factory or woman
or street or mine or harsh prison cell;
to him I come, and, without speaking or looking,
I arrive and open the door of his prison,
and a vibration starts up, vague and insistent,
a great fragment of thunder sets in motion
the rumble of the planet and the foam,
the raucous rivers of the ocean flood,
My Angel
An angel floated overhead,
With such soft gentle eyes,
I lay entranced upon my bed,
'Is this like when one dies? ',
The notion flashed quick through my mind,
How was it he was here,
Why was he hovering, I was inclined,
To ask, but I in fear
Did not have courage to move or speak,
I seemed completely dumb,
A Dream Of Whitman Paraphrased, Recognized And Made More Vivid By Renoir
Twenty-eight naked young women bathed by the shore
Or near the bank of a woodland lake
Twenty-eight girls and all of them comely
Worthy of Mack Sennett's camera and Florenz Ziegfield's
Foolish Follies.
They splashed and swam with the wondrous unconsciousness
Of their youth and beauty
In the full spontaneity and summer of the fieshes of
awareness
A Little Light
For everything a reason
and a season under the sun;
every puzzle has its answer
that is not uniquely our own.
Nothing remains a mystery
in the light of life's experience,
or hurts like the awareness
we cannot live it over again.
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Butterfly Goes To School(Haiku Sequence)
Butterfly in class
learns lessons along with kids.
Excellent student.
*
Butterfly in class
chats & flits around her head
reading her haiku.
Poetry-Question Answer Form
Day starts with good wishes from the friends,
Gives feeling as if world never ends,
So much pleasure in accepting the greetings,
Promises to see and forward to meetings,
With opening of box attention is drawn,
Suddenly runs chill and stands withdrawn,
I fear some harsh comments from the senior,
Still I gather the strength and face as warrior,
' Awakening
Alone in the velvet darkness,
a soul dwells
in ignorance
until
Awareness descends
on the wings
of enlightenment -
A Degree Of Intensity
When a thing appears as a degree of intensity, we have nothing else
than the existence of the thing in a world.
Alain Badiou
Contemporary philosopher
Time gripped me first, held me
tightly, then tumbled me
across Space. Time was just
a smoky haze, circulating
around everything. Space was