Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot.
A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught.
The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal.
Though physically brittle, both within them are blissful.
Does the fish in a drying pond die of fear every day?
Amidst the dangers of dragnets, doesn't it find its way?
It's movement is gentle. Consciousness is concentrated.
No harm to anyone is done. Is life consecrated?
Stuck in the marshy mud, the sunflower raises its head.
Bees, peeping through it and finding no honey, fly ahead.
Butterfly, dragonfly, hummingbird, parrot, or sparrow
In a Zen flux, as though a silent stream, it seems to flow.
Like the fragrance of basil or mint, I merge in the breeze!
My pilgrimage towards perfection never seems to cease.
Acts of compassion, as though the fin of a fish, breathes love
Though legs measure the clement earth, the mind flies far above.
Categories:
dragnets, life, nature, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…
Now, A Company’s Car Washer
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher
And self passing off as Pasha;
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed, A Good Good Finisher,
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!
Categories:
dragnets, celebrity, character, image, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Waking, like birds, walking, running, rushing, pushing,
Working, like horse or donkey; earning day's living;
Colleagues, friends, even foes; a little bit of name,
If I move stones unmoved, I might get some scant fame;
Where will wheels of existence move beyond this rut?
What's the meaning, purpose, goal - beyond this shut-hut?
Chalices of trifles of troubles, turmoil, loses,
Physical psychic head-heart stress that imposes;
Conflicts, disputes, cock-hen like, dog-barks-like disputes,
Mindless grins, scrupulous remarks which have no roots;
Those smiles; guileless laughs; malice-less naughty nix-moves,
Intertwined like thread of nucleus, same truth proves...!
Anxieties, hurts and pains, like broken wings, flap,
These, like dragnets or hunters-holes do our strength trap;
Choosing spiritual paths that boldly hold God,
Senses, inner mind, and third vision in concord;
Rivulet of Ganges, that in subtle routes flows,
Should reach the sea of endless ages, with entire glow...!
19 January 2022,
Categories:
dragnets, destiny, earth, life,
Form: Rhyme
The fate of Man lies heavy on His soul,
exploiting the Earth; ego in control.
And as resources shrink, demand inflates,
indicating that disaster awaits.
A sullied sun traverses skies of blue
as rusty rays; color a poison brew.
And as virgin mountains get stripped of trees,
topsoil is blown away with every breeze.
Oil slicks spread out like a blanket of death;
while slowly stealing the sea otter's breath.
And fish are ravaged by commercial nets;
as their habitats are scraped by dragnets.
Trusted with Gaia's health, we've let Her down;
Her waters are rising; we may all drown.
For both the Earth's poles are melting away;
vast sheets of ice splitting off every day.
Plates shift, and Gaia's crust begins quaking,
long-dormant volcanoes, awakening.
And being raped by the seed of Her womb;
She weaves a new Earth on a magma loom.
Categories:
dragnets, creation, environment, feelings, imagery,
Form: Quatrain