memories

the ember holds
as long as it can
bright warm memories
of fire's dance

embers hold

as long as they can

bright warm memories

of fire's dance

embers held

as long as they could

bright warm memories

of fire's dance

Who Am I

you ask my name
you ask who I am .
I look for an answer
an answer of truth.

I am one
who has no name
all the names
that ever existed
are mine.

I am one
who hides
in a cage of bone
uncontainable
unbounded vastness
is mine.

when you ask me
I stop
and think.

Mourning

Dead white ashes
warm black embers
mourning for the fire
that danced between us

let go

rotting branches
gangrenous limbs
some things must go
that one may live

Songs

Her songs are her own

she sings them in her joy

she spins them from
her soft raw being

silken threads

tapestries of words

they speak of

all that which

 moves and dances
 within her

Journey

warmed by longing

her frozen loneliness

melts and flows 

she cuts her way

through  rocks

her silken softness

breaks the earth

in tumultous eagerness

she flows to him 

he who waits for her

in his swirling vastness

in his unfathomable depths

in him she finds

the end to her

journey of pain

River And Ocean

they meet in silence

river and ocean

they find their joy

in quiet surges

deep murmurs

in the oneness of
their sweetness and salt 

they need no words

to speak of their stories

their seeming separations

their apparent reunions

their never ending cycles

of constant love

Some Days

some days the sun shines brighter
some days the sky's more blue
some days prayers get answered
some days hope comes true !

some days my feet don't touch ground
some days I'm a bird in the sky
some days flowers bloom in my breath
some days we meet, you and I !

some days love walks in my wilderness
some days love weeps in my pain
some days love burns in my longing
some days love whispers my name

Freedom

Bottomless oceans
boundless skies
your flaunted freedom
mocks my eyes
eyes that see
yet do not see
thirst for a drop
of your mercy

The Flower

With fragrant spills
and colours bright
she wills him to her
her forgetful lover
her heart unable
any more to bear
the aching load
of her sweet nectar

Freedom

Open floodgates
broken locks
rushing waters
of freed spirit
wash clean
my trembling nakedness

Read

Find them if you will
read them if you can
in the fine print of my body
in the inkwells of my eyes
words which will never
find their way to my lips
letters I will never ever
write to you