What do I see?
You asked.
And instead of tending the grazing cow away,
I chose to see it,
I didn’t respond,
Because the dancing sky has me dazed,
And it quenched my thirst,
With flute, drum and sirens.
Whatever I say about it,
Is like a lamp unto Sun,
What do I see?
I really don’t know.
1. After a bit of chat: in the library where they’re doing the final bits of rehearsal as they are going to present the act day after tomorrow.
2. I have drank the whole sky.
I keep drinking it.
Day in and day out,
The new skies keep appearing,
The thirst becomes even more intense,
Nothing can assuage it,
I have seen accounts of poets,
Who exalted the sublime beauty in their words,
I find liberation to be the myth,
It seems like imagination of a mind which is delusion ridden.
3. I thought I understood the dance!
Nobody understands it.
Human mind can experience something different from what it’s accustomed to,
Its quality may change,
But the mystery is eternal,
It’s profound,
Underlying all phenomena,
Its effects are known,
Mostly to convert people into lunatics,
Raving lunatics who laugh hysterically when called names,
Eternally seeking their beloved.
It’s never what one assumes it to be,
Even if you have been acquainted with it for a thousand eons,
It remains beyond any comprehension or use.
It’s what makes both use and misuse possible,
Both living and dead are standing on it,
It’s playing from the sides of victors and vanquished,
Whose side would it take and why?
4. It has no advantages to offer,
It’s not an advantage,
The subjects it touches,
Mostly go mad with bliss,
Bliss: whether small or big is
As good as the experience,
Can’t be compared.
5. The experience can’t be tagged,
Can’t be made into a trophy,
It chooses its subjects only for the negation of the mundane,
Even the most sublime of verses,
Don’t scratch the surface of the dancer!
6. The dancer,
The dance,
And the witness,
Become one.
Else: it’s not the dance.
7. To tell you that you will,
Become a fire,
A mystic one,
Which consumes,
Ambitions,
Personality,
Goals,
Even that of getting liberated,
You would never trade for this.
And yet: there’s nowhere else to go.
All those who walked before,
Walked through this.
This is the direct knowledge,
They’ve been talking about,
All of them.
8. The individual,
Gains and loses,
Its path and milestones,
And there’s not just one of them,
Paths, milestones and individuals,
In an individual,
Are countless!
The timeless reality takes no account of time bound struggles,
What are countless paths but desires,
And countless milestones?
And countless individuals?
Love for Self dancing as energy.
1. Birds are returning to their nests. Some mosquito dance nearby. Sounds of prayers from nearby mosque. I had some fruits to eat-ones which were lying below the tree in a remote corner. It had rained last evening.
2. Some dogs accompanied me on this walk. I am not indispensable in any of the processes in my day-to-day life. Not a must for anyone in the circle of acquaintances. Sometimes I feel it’s a bad reflection on my skills and ability. At others I feel it is the result of all of my choices: an expression of my true nature. I neither bind nor like to be bound.
3. If it doesn’t free you : none of the skills is of any use. Even best of crafts make you a slave to the process after a while. Despite being free I am able to get my sustenance at present which makes me feel fortunate. I don’t worry about it as much as I used to worry couple of years ago.
4. The day went smooth like a breeze. It’s the contrast. I had to take painkillers for toothache yesterday. The same toothache for which I had to undergo root canal couple of years ago.
5. Batlings are jogging in the air now. Zig Zag patterns. Plum glum lumpsum summum bonum numbat battue Tuesday. Gone are the days of standard standards. I am at peace and wonder why I forget the essentials so soon.
The twilight darkens now.
1. A tree has shed so many of its leaves within the last few minutes. It’s quite poetic.
2. A crow sings.
3. There are cotton clouds.
4. A ship turned during its whaling expedition. A bus fell in a canal. I was thinking of root canal. I had to take antibiotics and pain killers.
5. Filled water and watered some beds.
6. Some birds are singing as hazy Sunshine peaks through.
Antibiotic tic tac toe
Oeuvre remnant antenna
Namesake sake
Keynote keyhole
Ketone tone footnotes erased
Sedona Arizona ona Hakuna
Matata batata pralaya
This light is known as one mind
It’s the bridge between unconscious and conscious
Through it
Walk dead and become alive
It’s plenum
It connects all realms
It’s the ground of being
And origin of all things!
It’s also the end.
‘No way. Way!’, a d’Verse Quadrille Runaway, wayless, makes his way up dark areaway – to stowaway on a rockaway. Highwayman in jet cutaway strolling past purplish twayblades, reading stolen waybill, notes blond wayward flyaways. Hereaway’s no place for young tearaways, he smiles. Well, leastways we’re both of waygoing lifeways. The above poem is my take […]
Thisaway, or: Thataway
1. Thanks David and d’ verse!
2. My quadrille with 44 words:
Wayward warden dense mesne
Nescafe affects highway my way
Thyway ryeway ardent dentistriatedeterrantucleonasm
Asmeraldalda palindromes in Rome
Omegaye this way that way
Darkness eats essential oils
Boils roil coils recoil
Way lost
In permafrost
Prema roast
Host forgotten
Tenet costs
Tao boasts
Toasts nowayout!
1. An Acrobat of a nightingale. It doesn’t know I am writing about it. It was frolicking and it has hardly moved in the last hour. I moved 31 times to put scrapped grass onto a heap.
2. A cow was buried at this very place in 2018. Now it’s being used as a place to put grains. Not exactly a granary as it’s an open space.
3. Some birds are picking grains. Mustard plants are resplendent exquisite scenery as Sun shines. It’s a Sunday.
4. The collection and burning of garbage took half an hour. It has been 1.5 hours of work here. I need to take some rest before I resume.
Acrobat batting tingling BATTUE
Lingastronomical calculus
Chromosome omega
Mega sommelier
Errata sonata riata
Atta boy !
Contesseration consternation girasol
Solus bolus golus
Ration for nation on PlayStation
Staycation cation anion carion ionic
Dance on walls of fragrant rants
Triapse apah haphazard hazard
Hard ardent entry tryst strident
Byre tarantella telamon
Respite it
A fudku goes from fresh leaves of mango
To voggenballia
What do i know about the nature of kites?
About nightingales?
Duodecimal malmsey seymore
Morel relevant antenna ants
You know fire,
Dreams,
Stories,
They have emotions,
And you draw meaning out of them,
If you’re interested.
Dancing light of grace 