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Monday, December 22, 2008

A divine love song

Would that you write on my soul paeans to the Divine, in words of indescribable love.

Would that you fill your pen with the essence of our love, with its timeless flowing, and its ecstatic joy.

Would it matter, what name you called Him, the nameless One, my soul would still know.

Would that He then come and unburden our hearts, unstitch our minds, His shafts of love freeing our souls.

Would that we then bleed willingly and joyously, shedding tears of bliss unutterable, our souls in boundless flight.

Would that we then realise our immortality, our divinity, our freedom, in silent surrender.

Would that we then become Him and He becomes us.

The black dog

Where has it gone
the splendour of my heart-song?
Where has it stolen away
leaving behind this empty shell
crusty, brittle and tired,
devoid of any glimmer of love
or a tremble of laughter
or even a remembered joy?

Will this night never end?

Will life ever return to my bones
now marowless.
Will passion flood (like it used to)
and throb and leap through my veins
taking me by surprise?
Do the ashes contain a hidden spark
that might catch my lips unawares
and set fire to my eyes?

Are dead stars ever reborn?

Friday, December 19, 2008

A moment infinite

I weave a web of serenity
to hold the world at bay
I drop into a well of peace
my soul doth hold sway.

Eons pass and ages roll
by, in instants mere,
in the deep silence we become one
the seeker and the seer.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Lovely like a bird

Here's Tia's (now 9 years old) latest poem -


As the flowers bloom the birds come out
Beautifully like a water sprout
Watching the bright blue sky
With the glimmer in your eye
With the angel next to you
You will see you are one too.
When you look at the sky now think different, think like a bird