Sometimes when the air is thin
and sounds are soft and humming
I wonder are there endings
do we come to ends
or are they changes in direction
changes in dimension
or perception
what’s the colour of this moment
did sideways fall off the table
did backwards disappear
who is here
does one of us have ears
and the other tongue
which one am I
are you listening
is every direction not straight ahead
did you hear that sound
I think something fell off the table
Seized by the mystery
of the space between bones
and muscles
the air between breathing
water running through walls
I walk softly on the solitary molecules
of skin
rest easy on the cushion
of the lack of words
leaving and returning
seems like a complete explanation
The poetry delivery service
mostly works at night
sometimes they drop off
a nicely wrapped package
that I can’t wait to open
other times I find only hints
and rusty signposts
off in a memory bush
or off balance observations
without any words
that’s when I have to get to work
once in a while I have to remind myself
not to be too tricky
just tell people what I want to say
I didn’t want to be the one
with a past of wrinkled flowers
wishing they had grown
into what they already were
I didn’t want to be the one
wearing clouds for glasses
with a heart longing for wings
to fly in the treetops of joy
I didn’t want to be the one
who woke in a distant morning
wondering whose eyes were moving
in the wrinkled mirror
Silence is not the absence
of sound
it is a line drawn
between empty and complete
a mind in that space
do not require a body
Troubled by the peace
of silence
in the night
I take consolation
in the music of the blood
singing through my veins
There is a harmony
in the slap of life’s loving hands
across my sleeping face
wake up wake up they say
as the tides of joy and pain
birth and death rise and fall
rise and fall
The paradoxical combination
of the surging ebbing energy
of the thundering universe
and the apparent choices
of the essentially creative mind
spins and whirls through every moment
of the entire loving oneness of it all
daninmaya 