Unfortunately,
in order to reach the top myself,
I judge that the place
I am standing on is not the top,
a low place,
and that this place has nothing to do with the top
I know how frightening the habits of life
are by now
The effort to reach the top is
so beautifully described
so proud
But would it be the same as trying to keep the lowest peak?
That's what I thought it wasn't
I couldn't climb it
so I thought of it as a place to stay
There is no Topmost for me now
there is only Lowermost
Still, it keeps coming back to it.
Categories:
lowermost, love,
Form: Free verse
Water for shower washes away bodily dirt
Drinking water washes away dirt of body’s internal organs
And cleanses blood
Tears washes away dirt of mind
Thus teardrops carry away sins of all kind
And make people good
And give them the power to control mood.
From the lowermost paradise
Breeze will be blown sometimes
In the uppermost hell
So the sinners living there will be able to cry
And become good people
That’s why they will be forgiven someday or other
But the sinners of other hells
Will not be able to shed tears
Because of extreme hot weather
So they will be punished forever and ever.
Categories:
lowermost, philosophy, religion
Form: Free verse
I wander through a
thicket of broken branches
and dense leaves as
shimmering, silver water
forms a silken slide,
as it descends o'er top
a high mountain peak.
Colors of gray, blue & yellows glint
as they bounce off a bright sun, forming
rainbows against an epoch which
slowly fades into an eve of
pinks and melon hues.
Spittles of water splash
into the air, like tiny diamonds.
Splaying about on soft
mossy mounds of green
carpeted rocks at a
lowermost portion of the falls.
Calm breezes speak
through branches of
trees laden with viridity,
capturing fire beetles
of intense, yet susuruously,
flickering light.
Intense sounds
resonate from below
this spectacular fountain,
as aquatic plants display
their beauty in a slowly
darkening surrounding.
Thus once again, bringing
peace and tranquility.
Leaving one breathless
to an ever changing, dynamical
universe, as my wandering
continues through this thicket
of broken branches and dense leaves......
Categories:
lowermost, nature
Form: Free verse