Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
There are no flames burning
in the dusty hearth
a different kind of heat
rises and falls in the breath of time
old fuel consumed
eyes are climbing
in the hidden hills of love
a different kind of love
that rises stronger
baked in the ovens of light
I try to keep my fire engine clean
you never know
what your needs will be
words seldom raise
more than smoke
but the journey can pass
through dry leaves
and broken bushes
I try to keep big tanks
of water ready
and my fire engines clean
The sky cracked open
and a hand reached out
with a golden cup of tea
I drank the tea
but it wasn’t the kind
that brought the answer
to a simple question
of geography
and mathematics
how many times
and in what direction
is the leaky boat drifting
in the phantom wind
Is this some kind of art
throwing the colour of words
at the canvas of my dreams
seeking the doorway to morning
gradually they coalesce
into clouds full of questions
blown across the skies
of my personal night
I didn’t bring the yellow
to the green
I didn’t paint the portraits
on the leaves
I didn’t know that water
turns to music over time
the ancient cedar trees
are listening
but they didn’t bring the yellow
to the green
I have surrendered
to the love of oceans
and their warm embrace
I have looked the moon
in the eye
rising in green mountains
and the colour blue
I have been broken
into wholeness
at the cold wet end
of rocky trails
and come home to myself
A single grey cloud
in a very dark sky
I must be awake
although the sun cannot find me
pinned to the chair of night
what my eyes can see
is long and thin
and points to a moment
in my hand
I try to release the hunger
in the fingers of my heart
but it is locked here with me
in the chair of night
Special delivery
the package says
you do not remember ordering it
but it is in your hands
is it what you dreamed of
so many times
so long ago
your hands are trembling
you do not want to open it
you think you know what it is
what will you do
it’s in your hands
Whatever it is you lost can go
you’re still here
if you can’t answer the question
that’s okay
you’re still here
there is always a reason
for gratitude
you’re still here
we’re still here
what was the question
daninmaya 