Passé

 I

came with

nothing.

Why should I?

Look behind

Or ahead

Moments pass…

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Paper Boat

boat

The day I fly,

I fly the wind,

I wind the way and

I way the life –

The life of adventure;

Adventure momentary –

Momentary pleasure;

Pleasure in knowing

In knowing my body and soul.

The blank paper that I am

Chose to rewrite destiny

Flying the moment the wind touched

Exploring the way and sailed

My white, pure to life.

What do I say?

I say not to recall yet,

I recall the destined,

Destined to sail as a boat,

The day I chose to fly….

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Colourless

Neutral

I float in a sea of space,

Colourless, odourless bay;

Who are you and who am I

Nurtures neutral shades;

Truth is called naked

Where nomads live fearlessly.

I hear my beating heart murmur syllables,

Mind awakens to present;

Meditative stage detours,

Reality a sea of constant mirage.

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…did we…

My words, your words

Same thought, same situation

I lived with time, you chased all the time

Here we are older and beautiful

What did we want any way?

The words resonated….

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Aware

Tears….
Tears of fears
Fears of separation
Separation displeasing
Displeasing attachments
Attachments impromptu
Impromptu self-defined
Self-defined separations
Separations platitude
Platitude not fears
Fears tear away
Away tears
Tears….

Published in 2015, In Knowing

Deep

Did you just say

You gave me extra ketchup?

Is it out of love

Or being in love?

Either way, love is beautiful;

Give a form you love to name.

So, why not test the colour –

How deep is the red?

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Focus

Could you get me a glass of ice please?

Why?

Don’t tell me I need to give my reasons.

Yes, for every why requires an answer.

Well, wanted to check if it melts the same way.

In that case, it’s just the way question gets answered.

Spill not a drop

Not anymore,

For reasons may wary….

Their eyes remained focussed

Where the ice met the glass.

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