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8月21日

REBIRTH



As a heavily laden cart creaks as it moves along, the body groans under its burden when a person is about to die. When the body grows weak through old age or illness, the Self separates himself as a mango or fig or banyan fruit frees itself from the stalk, and returns the way he came to begin another life.

-Brihadaranyaka Upanishads

Excerpted from The Upanishads, translated by Eknath Easwaran. Reprinted with permission from Nilgiri Press,


8月19日

lost


Because of you, I began to live awhile
Because of you, I found my smile

Because of you, I decided to try
Because of you, I didn't die

Because of you, I believed again
Because of you, I opened the way in

Because of you, I let down my guard
Because of you, I fell through to another bard

Because of you, I let myself feel
Because of you, I took a detour not real

And now, because of you, I am lost
And what did I gain for the cut of this cross?

Now the lights are dimmed once more
My heart beats against a torn and shattered shore

All along the way, the thorn buries itself deep
And I don't make promises I can't keep

Time is and we are free
To have, to do, or easily BE

I asked for Truth and its price is steep
Thankfully, my Spirit is adrift and asleep

How long will I wander and wait to go?
If there were a God, perhaps I'd know.

                          ~rom~


alone





I had life and life has had me
Never in a breath did I ever feel free

Alone is the only way I can be
Therein is  my feel, my hear, my see.

There is nothing to win, no prize this game
Only to excess, hopeless reels in pain.

~rom~
8月4日

-open letter-



~open letter~

can I forget you
or me,
after being touched
by you?

you broke through all that was of grief,
breathed new living with your giving,
and there you laid your kisses sweet
upon the wetness of my cheek

forget?                                                                                                   


right away, in the beginning when
the blush was a rush of passion driven,
i asked you then, let's not go there?
not into the wide way
 
where others fight to stamp their
claims, some of silver or golden chains,
others of diamonds and rubies
I 'm told.

i will lay aside the memory
of two souls,
that once in a woodland
of angels met...
and, therein I will begin
to forget...

~rom~