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"Death is the mother of beauty;"
Death
as nothing is
not separate from
beauty~
death is
mother appearing
as beauty~
resulting in This
as it is~~~
She says, “But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss.”
Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams
And our desires. Although she strews the leaves
Of sure obliteration on our paths,
The path sick sorrow took, the many paths
Where triumph rang its brassy phrase, or love
Whispered a little out of tenderness,
She makes the willow shiver in the sun
For maidens who were wont to sit and gaze
Upon the grass, relinquished to their feet.
She causes boys to pile new plums and pears
On disregarded plate. The maidens taste
And stray impassioned in the littering leaves.
~~Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning
People see the grin on my chin,
assuming I am happy from within.
People see my money and wealth,
but blatantly choose to ignore my mental health.
People see my mighty success,
but often forget my constant restlessness.
I am in a pool of dejection and hopelessness,
I need some love and tenderness.
Even when I don't want to,
I have to look happy for the sake of others,
what I am going through ,who bothers?
I feel lonely amidst the crowd,
I want a space to confide,
trust me I am not stable even when I say I am alright.
All I need is a shoulder.
All I want is little affection .
I might look extraordinaire,
but my heart is surrounded by clouds of despair.
My heart's full
It overflows
with love.
It's a cauldron
boiling over with
tenderness.
A cup
that is filled
with peace
and kindness.
It's a cup
I pass around to
everyone to drink from
So...
here's to peace and love!
(Yalto)
Date written: 09/15/2019
I originally wrote this for Cindi Rockwell's contest then I realized she only accepts rhyme
You cried when I walked away from us,
And decided to reposition forward to another.
You thought I vacant on the covetousness,
Then to reside in my secure stages of love.
You wept when you instituted that my being,
Cheated on you with a licentious woman,
Then to coerce my lustful ways with you.
Your tears were mistaken to come down your cheek for me,
Cause my psyche was wrong to deceive on something exceptional
Like you.
I?m just blinded from what your perception brought to me.
You tried to take the trepidation of wanting esteem,
And just residing in the love you was positioning out for me.
The times were magical in my eyes.
You never asked for prosperity,
But just for to be adored by a spirit like me.
We would always debate on certain issues,
But would never turn our backs on one another.
We was the love chronicle that was prepared to be seen
And never had a beautiful finale too.
I used to offend your physical attributes,
And be inconsiderate for the choices you made in your life.
So for all my devious ways,
My player days,
Everything that I did to affront your being,
I just have to say ?I?m apologetic for being the discourteous person I was.
I did not appreciate your feelings and thoughts,
But was just not in keen on hearing your quandary with us.
Maybe I known we wasn?t inclined for one another,
Or maybe my empathy knew that you would exhibit tenderness towards it.
I think about you constantly like my prayers in the morning,
And my qualms at night.
But you won?t talk to me,
Or read the little annotations or sonnet's I write to you.
But if God himself gave me one more probability to prove my love once again with
you,
I would complete the sovereign you ached for in time.
No one with your exquisiteness and wits,
Should whimper over someone misguided of your love.
And for that I?m sorry for taking you through my tribulations of being a man.
Form:
Those seeds you plant are positively primitive, almost nothing at all. You can eat them from the palm of your soulful hand. You can look at them, greedily hide them - close them up in your tight fist. Imprisoned, not by the earth, not buried in the moist dark, but in a wad. You open up your wallet-hand to count the seedlings, grind them up in worrying. Notice those worries don’t disappear- nothing magical about these beans. You can’t climb its vine - no problem giants, nor insects, no clipping, nor tenderness. No golden eggs nor melodic harp, no goose - no fowl. Positively primitive, your thoughts, that go no further than your hand or tongue.
Those seeds scattered to the birds, for the birds, for toes to trot, spoiled brats of happenstance. Scattered to be spat upon by hapless storms, burnt to a crisp in nakedness. Those orphan seeds have no home to call their own, no future children…why were they born?
O tender seeds of glory in childlike hands, soft, resilient. There’s a plan for each speck. Wow! There’s a God who cares for the minute. A babe kisses the ground with its knees, uses a humble trowel to dig - knows the depth, beads of sweat, sighs in the petrichor. She digs one hole. He digs ninety-nine more. He drops a solitary seed into a hole. She drops ninety-nine more. The babe waters and unsparingly invites the sun. The sentinel matures, waits for the first shoot. O faith in the root, its source thirsty for a drink and warmth.
Seeds are sown. Seeds are sown. Now we wait. Now we wait. Will we reap one hundred percent? The cost was great. Weeds amidst the planting cleared. The saints have risen from each grave. Beauty from ashes, each flower shines in the hereafter.
1/12/2022
Mekhela chador
I was too hurry and overwhelmed
To embrace the attire
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
The days in kindergarten,
I cherish the attire, in her wardrobe enhanced and ironed
The dining hours,
I often queried her, to own the attire
And in festive tyrant,
She dressed herself in the silken weaving attire
The onset of puberty;
My body and soul celebrated draping of the attire
From my breast to my waist to my ankle
For the first time, I engulfed the feeling of being a woman (and beautiful)
All coyness and tenderness are ornate as my fragrance
The attire was made of silk in creamy white and cherry thread
Like droplets of cherry-red blood unfurling the snowy linen
And the ears heard joyously whispering me
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
Imperceptibly you withdrew
Like the ebbing of the tide
Leaving sand in your wake
My heart’s wound open wide
I just stood there all alone
As I looked out at the sea
Longing just to plunge in
Have your love wash over me
I was left with only sand
Inside my empty heart
And so to pass the time
Built sandcastles, works of art
My incessant flow of tears
Wet the sand enough for me
So I could mold and fashion
As I turned my back to the sea
They were majestic structures
Filled with my wistful dream
Each fantasy that I had
Made those sandcastles gleam
The sun burned my naked form
As I worked away the time
Each room, each moat and line
Was a wish for you to be mine
Suddenly, oh sweet surprise
I felt water gush over me
Sandcastles were swept away
I was made love to by the sea
At last, you've come back to me
The tide of your love has turned
The touch of your fluid arms
Cools what the sun has burned
I jump and swim in your waves
Then I lie back as you caress
You tease as you pull me down
I’m immersed in tenderness
The tide of your love had ebbed
But now you’ve washed over me
I will not ask reasons why
I’m as happy as can be.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Is it possible that an angel and a demon could fall in love?
And, remain soul mates for all eternity?
Yes, and I will tell you how it happened.
Maybe, it was a miracle that they met
or maybe it was just meant to be.
That an angel fell out of heaven and a demon escaped from hell
on the very same day.
They saw no one, but each other.
Yet, neither had ever seen such a creature.
The angel was beautiful and kind.
This angel had fallen from heaven
a place of light and life, and of hope and peace.
The demon was imperfect and shy.
This demon had escaped from hell
a place of darkness and death, and of despair and pain.
When they met, their eyes met.
And without a spoken word.
The angel saw only tenderness and hurt in this lost demon.
The demon saw only compassion and love in this lost angel.
It did not matter to them if one had wings, and the other had horns.
Yet, they saw themselves within each other.
Even though they were from two different worlds.
They embraced each other.
Though, they knew their love was forbidden by others like themselves.
So, they decided to remain here on earth.
Where their bond could not be broken.
The heart of the angel was no longer filled with loneliness and longing.
The heart of the demon was no longer filled with torment and sorrow.
Love is what they both were searching for.
And it was found on that very same day.
A forbidden love, everlasting for all eternity.
The time had arrived to dig my tunnel.
My vision was full now, full and complete.
I knew what to strive for, knew where to reach:
I'd dig a tunnel to Understanding, a vision sweet,
A Tunnel where Friends and Lovers could meet.
I'd select my tools with wisdom, with care and delight:
First I'd choose 'Listening with Both Ears,'
and with 'All of my Might'
To fully comprehend everything uttered,
To show each and every speaker
That his words I did hear,
That his thoughts I held dear.
Then I'd pick 'Empathy,' to bond with each speaker,
To walk a mile in his shoes,
To have been there, done that,
So he'd really trust me
To offer support and sage counsel
Because, yes, I really did have a clue.
And last but not least, I'd pick 'Patience and Toleration,'
Two virtues nearly lost in this generation,
But vital to Friendship, to cementing of Trust,
To sustain Relationships that never go bust.
I'd take these tools to the Launch-site and dig
Out the dirt---the gossip, the backbiting,
The Lies, the Taunts, and all of the Slander,
The jealous resentments---replace them with Candor.
And once I had managed to finally remove
All the brambles, all the thistles and thorns,
I'd plant flowers and greenery, sweet peas and corn.
I'd line the walls of the tunnel with soft tenderness,
To ward off predators, to keep out the pests,
Exchanging sewage for sunshine to warm up the nest.
~Yes, using time-honored tools from Heaven Above,
I'd create my tunnel, my vision, of Peace, Friends and Love.
Send your light through my life
Inspire, invite, ignite a fire
Inside my soul, so that I will know
The wonder of this faith, this grace
That fills me with joy and peace
Assurance that You are the way
Toward beauty and wisdom, blessings
From the spirit of Your love, your light
Falling on my life, whispering
Sighing… breathing love all over me
Send your light into my soul
Awaken my dreams, my beliefs
Restore my faith when I feel doubt
Stir the gentleness that cares
The kindness in my prayers
The intimacy that is always there
Alive in your presence, your holiness
The whisper of your authority
Singing amazement through my thoughts
Composing glorious miracles in my heart
Bringing me feelings of absolute devotion
Send your light through my theories
Arouse my passions, my hunger
For the sensation of trust, the abiding love
Falling all around me, wherever you touch
With your unending promise of hope
Your quiet gift of tenderness, your kiss
Friendship that gives me a sense of conviction
Send me your love – the light that abides
Inside my soul, where only You know…
The way that I feel, the love that will heal
Every darkness, each sorrow… with love
That rains down through your shadow!
Thank you, sweet Jesus… for the gift of your spirit
You are the light that inspires and fulfills
You are the One who prompts my praise
You are the way, the truth and the life
You are the One who kindles my faith
You are the light – you are the life – You are
My heart, my spirit, my soul.. everything to me
… And so much more!