Retreat

"Do not sow your seeds in the fallow ground,"  you said, saddened by the ignorance and the neglect showered on my whispered lyrics which i let float daily in the immensity of this space, where things are racing past, passing by at a rapid pace, where the seeds once thrown are never to be seen flowering and bearing  the fruit of the desire and leaves  weakened, they die before time. And yet I see flocks of swans alighting daily, pausing awhile before they fly, their wings touched by the soil , and a few of the seeds I sow, fly with them to the unknown shores farthest into the hearts of the land which I am not destined to see nor hear. I am nothing but a bird or a butterfly doing what i can and have to do the only thing, the best I can do. Oct. 22, 2015.

  Above the ocean's floor the two mermaids breathe, suspended in the void where nothing else breathes save the two of them. It's time to leave and break out of the bondage each to each. The sea is such a homogeneity! the swirling tides, the onrush with the winds, and yet nothing breaks; the sea is whole! How will the mermaids break free of the sea? Sushama Karnik (c)

Mystery of a Soul i was surprised as a sparkling star resplendent with the fierce energy of Rudra snow balled into my outstretched palm. it rolled onto grass and grew into a beauty eyes closed meditatively I presumed laughter arose gray moon chuckled derisively at a decidedly inane assumption to right the sun and to left the moon rose simultaneously in her mudra palms casting an enchanting spell on this ignorant observer fragrance from 3000 years ago. who is she - the perfumed vapors rose as a question and ignited in a blue flame; she slowly adsorbed its’ dance effulgent skin now with a form and now without there emerged a quantum conundrum what exactly could I know about her? before, now or the here after? the wind she blew turned the moon blue amazed as she spoke, “come!” the moon, a finger tip away, a doubt arose if she was real! appeared a red diamond! no matter how hard i tried it remained a stone gentle breeze with a fa...

A poem written after a serendipitous encounter with an amazing amazing soul! ago. who is she -Mystery of a Soul I was surprised as a sparkling star resplendent with the fierce energy of Rudra snow balled into my outstretched palm. it rolled onto grass and grew into a beauty eyes closed meditatively I presumed laughter arose gray moon chuckled derisively at a decidedly inane assumption to right the sun and to left the moon rose simultaneously in her mudra palms casting an enchanting spell on this ignorant observer fragrance from 3000 years the perfumed vapors rose as a question and ignited in a blue flame; she slowly adsorbed its’ dance effulgent skin now with a form and now without there emerged a quantum conundrum what exactly could I know about her? before, now or the here after? the wind she blew turned the moon blue amazed as she spoke, “come!” the moon, a finger tip away, a doubt arose if she was real! appeared a red d...