They are alone together
she has a gaping hole
in her life
he cannot fill
they are alone together
he has an empty space
inside him
that she cannot fill
they are alone together
after a lifetime
perhaps nothing can fill
this void
they are alone together
I was looking through some of my oldest work when I came across this haiku, written in 1967. Yeah, I’m that old….I changed a couple words……thought I’d put it out there
Floating high above
ground, hungry clouds watch lightning
eat the troubled air
In between raising your hand
with fingers of desire
and the moment of its grasp
there echoes the abyss
of all the timeless moments
you reached for your future
in that blink in time
over and over
did you taste the fruit
with the touch of skin
or did the pinch of pleasure
pass
before your dreaming eyes
conceived the next attempt
to fill the empty crater
of your longing
There is always pressure
pushing water
down the spout
open the way
let it go
He rarely asked
the flowers of acceptance
to bloom in the dry desert
of his mouth
he could not speak
the nourishing words
while desire’s many colours
walked the pathways
of his search in solitude
and finally crack open
the cloudless internal sky
of his love
I wanted to be one with everything
but I fell asleep on the couch
I wanted to be one with the living room
but I bumped into the footstool
walking across the room in the dark
that’s a problem when you’re sixty eight
I tried being one with the house
but I had to go to the bathroom
I tried being one with the bathroom
but my leg went numb
I wanted to be one with my body
but I had pain in my lower back
okay now I’m one with everything
even you
Your words bounced off
the goal posts in my eyes
the referee missed the call
and they landed in the whirlpool
of contained confusion
no matter how they wriggled
they could not escape
the meaning
they never meant to give
the blind and deaf
had no relief
The gifts received
were never sent
they grew within the source
of what they meant
I live within a feast
of air and time
where no one knows
the falling of my climb
shadows dance on rusted walls
to celebrate the names
of flickering images
in lines of candle flames
when the inner sky has cracked
and the light implodes
I’ll know the beginning
and the loving end of roads
I have an open door
to darkness
that I cannot close
sometimes
it comes out
sometimes
I go in
daninmaya 