Away from the fever and fret of life
In absolute stillness, in abject surrender
Looking into the core of my being
In deep silence and solitude
In an ardent gesture of adoration
I was in dialogic communion with God.
In that divine setting, I heard the spirit whisper,
“Shear off the cumbersome, get down to the essentials.
Petty fears and petty pleasures are just shadows.
Search not for the transitory but seek the eternal.”
A rare quiet flooded in and engulfed me
The window of my soul opened to light,
And the hidden well springs were revealed to me.
I became part of the silence, merged with the harmony.
In my nothingness, I found my all.
‘Heard the harvest song of inward peace.’
Never was a moment more perfect!
Under the ‘Bodhi’ tree, that moment stood alone!
Categories:
dialogic, devotion, silence, solitude,
Form: Free verse
I know. I have left you
With your worst enemy: your own.
I am only keeping what I’ve unlearnt
Throughout your education of me:
The enchantment of dialogic desire
And the near perfection of shared intimacy.
In this furnished house of you,
I walked in and I walked out
Because I am not yours to hold
And mould into a keepsake.
You think the unchanged shall rob
Me more and dare me less
Than living in the adventure of you.
While the projection of me bears fault,
The inside woman is burdened,
Yet, alive and introvertedly poignant.
Indeed, I live coarsely and serve the devil
That pulls at my flesh till words sprout
Into wingless birds of ink
And I give myself more to this dream
Of a minor god than to your atomized
Version of how love has never failed me.
Still, who dreamt up whom in the end?
Categories:
dialogic, for him,
Form: Free verse