Sadhana

you were down with it the other day
and i bit on a bit of cracked pepper 
scrubbing linoleum tiles 
doing my Hungarian sadhana
anger and heat mixing with 
cold realities
no violins play when no one 
is dancing 
 
blue and red are primary colours
that sing with ruffled feathers
and spilled milk
we laugh
at ourselves
like children with dirty faces
and scraped knees, angels with nothing
up our sleeves

passion is a trembling shell
we put to our ears
and night rolls away the stars.....




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Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 6/13/2011 6:14:00 PM

Sadhana is also an Indian word meaning meditation, Anna

Anna Ruiz
Date: 6/15/2011 1:49:00 AM

Yes, my life has been and is my *meditation*. Thank you for reading. ~A

Leo Larry Amadore

Date: 6/13/2011 6:37:00 AM

A rather esoteric yet suggestive poem, combining eastern meditative musings with rather specific and menial activities...I very much appreciated the second and the last verse, especially "like children with dirty faces/ and scraped knees, angels with nothing/ up our sleeves." and "and the night rolls away [...] stars." Good work.

Anna Ruiz
Date: 6/15/2011 1:52:00 AM

Exactly! Thanks for reading and commenting, finding *enjoyment*. ;-)