Feeling Again

Feeling again Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds 09th July 2016