Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
The puzzled angel of perfection
posed with impatience
on the transparent floor of reality
and blasted me full in the face
with a universe of truth and beauty
knowing I must respond
with all the love that could explode
through cracked eyes of impossible yearning
When there nothing to say
I speak nothing
can you hear me
Flawed perfect beings
had tea
and discussed making choices
I’ve been carrying a trunk
full of anchors
balanced on my head
I can feel them shifting
coming loose one by one
but if I let them go
if I lose them
will I float off untethered in space
how will I navigate
among a million stars
a million miles away
I thought I was in a transit system
so I bought a ticket
but I never left the bus
I kept hoping
the next stop would be different
would be better
but at every stop
the same world was waiting
now I’m looking for the bus to peace
I listen to my friend
tell me a story
he has told me several times before
it’s one of his favourite stories
he listens to me listening
then I tell him the story
I told him last time
it’s one of my favourite stories
I listen to him listening
we have other stories
friendship can be like this
or we can sit in silence
listening
daninmaya 