brief water

Sitting in
The dark
Drenching herself
In moonlight,
She closed her eyes…

Centuries telescoped
Through the brief water of
Her eyes.

All at once,
She saw spring
Sprouting flowers
Bursting in Joy.

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simplest thing

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

Your Light is
Dancing,
Pirouetting Shadows
Behind curtains
Of my eyes.

I think I love

Ebbing and Flowing

Suspended in a moment

Of Timelessness and Nothingness,

Of Eternity and Joy,

I find Love.

Crests of waves

Ebbing and flowing

Inside me.

Thunder

I can hear

The ferocious

Pitter patter

Of monsoons behind

Gentle curtains of

My eyes.

I can see

You

Drizzle like Thunder,

In poetry,

Into me.

I can see

You

Dance in the dark of my eyes

Under constellations of

My imagination.

Monsoons

“We are in the monsoons and we must weather it out – the way of wisdom is, instead of pining for calmer days, to learn to live wisely and well in the midst of continuous strain.”

 ― Elton Trueblood

I could hear

The ferocious

Pitter patter

Of monsoons behind

Gentle curtains of

My eyes.

 

I could feel

The wild

Crashing,

Colliding and collapsing

Of cascading waterfalls behind

Layers of my Self.