Perspectives
need distances which
are provided in stories~
Without distances
stories seem to arise
as expressions of
emptiness and a
sense of freedom~~
Wholeness
and separation
define each other~
when either
is indefinable
the other is too~
What is This?
LIGHT EXPRESSIONS
doubtful
obstacles
as
confidence
experienced
of
idyllic
recurrent
memories
&
sturdy
traditions
tranquil
peaceful
&indefinable
“Change and changelessness, the definable and the indefinable are untrue. If the truth is in the Self alone, why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
For the lucid dreamer, no rules apply ~
Enjoying full freedom, wingless we fly
A
surprise may land
or may not
that all words are
indefinable~
Who woulda thot~~
Wholeness
appears as
separation~
As a thought
can appear as
dogma~or
As no thing
appearing as wholeness
appearing as separation~
No guarantees
Apparently~~
Wholeness
no definition~
Separation
no definition~
No-definition
appearances
of separation
of wholeness~~
Wholeness
indefinable
presents as
Separation
definable~
Wholeness is
definable and
not~as is
Separation~~
I saw....
Two black crystal balls
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
Glowing with some intense passion
Riveting,
Entrancing!
Two eyes of oceanic depths
Relaying the most intimate message
What did they commune?
PERHAPS- they said silently- "I love you" (?)
So piercing were those eyes
That I couldn't stand their electric glare
From those eyes, rose the Promethean fire
Glistening like molten gold,
At once sending out,
The light of a hundred galaxies.
In the fire bursting through those eyes,
My body was turned into a conflagration
And my soul rippled like fermented wine.
Why didn’t I respond instantly
PERHAPS, I was so stunned,
That my body couldn’t follow the sense’s urging
An ocean was stirring within
Whose whirls could never again be tamed
In those flooding pools,
Let me cast my fishing net.
What catch, can I expect?
PERHAPS, the boon and bliss of a lifetime!
The
indefinable
between
may appear as
whatever seems
poles apart~
Inconversant Ivan is inconsolable and inconspicuously indistinctly
Illinois and Iowa ignorant. Instinctively and incredulously inducing
Illustrative ideas that implement indefinable individual
Indifference, ignoring Aunt Inez’s illustrious ideals.
Words
Seem to be used
As definable and
Indefinable..
The definables tell
The stories which
Dreams are made of..
The indefinable may
Appear as a
Simple story
In which
The indefinable
Applies to all
Words...
I am tired with the burden
But don't feel the power to leaving it
It ruins my soul
Yet I maintain the poison within me
I am a hypocrite or a scoundrel?
Or a prisoner of my own vices
Perhaps both, or something indefinable.
I grapple with this internal strife,
A weary soul caught in the fire of self loath,
Amidst the ruins of self, I persist,
A complex being, defined by contradictions.
I am jealous
Jealous of everyone's success
But also Ecstatic for their achievements!
(Nagpa in Tibet, 2017)
You and I
We’re not human
you and I
said dreamer
to his dream.
We’re of Life
so indefinable
exactly as we seem.
(first published in my 3rd book of poems, Sun Made Flesh and Fiber, 2019)
She's my neighbor; we study, from childhood, in the same school.
When we were younger, we regarded ourselves as best friends.
As she grows, she starts to be stern, though within she is cool.
To her friends' bids, she's stiff, while to her parents, she bends!
I like her friendship, though she feels too shy to contain me.
Rain is a mere cause; I wait for a chance to walk with her.
The stitch in the steel poke of the umbrella has gone free.
Is this why, as a girl growing up, there's a mental stir...?
She has given me very little space; it's enough, yet.
Though we don't, somehow, dare to gaze at each other's faces,
To our childhood contentment, we do not feel any threat.
Amidst lasting silence, there are indefinable graces...
Though only a monsoon glimpse, with glassy drizzling around,
May this pave paths to a new life with much merriments crowned...
picture 2. You are the little girl or boy
Love is such a fragile sentiment
So oft confused with sex,
So in our daily double dealings
We render it is so indefinable
Like the faint flicker of a candlelight
That is blown out by our despair,
An intimate venue of self-torture.
We add to its impenetrable obscurity
Blowing the flame right out,
Thus our outrageous shadows
Are silently snuffed out.
Until we accidentally meet again,
And Love blossoms again.
Every writer's work
a soulful surgery
we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking
sort of a chill, in search of its draft
a stutter, keeping its voice from
apparent reason
how can I truly love
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in
favor of
self-serving
human treason
The whole room tumbles.
Turning upside down.
So that I am on the ceiling.
And forced to analyze the space around me once again.
I blink again.
Then everything is right side up…
Then I blink again.
All the furniture is shifted just enough…
So I am confused in some indefinable way.
She walks in.
Which causes me to blink once more.
She asks if I’m ok.
It’s just the room spinning again.
It’s just that I’ve been in this empty room all day.
I can’t explain what’s wrong.
She tells me to get some sleep.
I am scared for the door to close behind her.
As if she is locking me in a cage.
Maybe if I can just close my eyes…
I can pretend I’m asleep until morning.
And hope the evil furniture will leave me alone.
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