a pebble
d
r
o
p
s
into
the crystal-clear mirror
of nature....
gone
after a sudden disruption.
the surface of the stream
reveals
an unspoken wish.
a circle
w i d e n s,
e x p a n d i n g
as though bursting
into flames,
pressing against
the quietness
of the water's surface,
the water holds
whispering
of unwhisperable secrets.
without a tempo
leading its way
without a beat
to command it.
lily pads d r i f t
over the stream
shadows reflecting
the movement of a clear day.
no track to follow,
no reason or why.
outwardly,
and outwardly,
the edge of stream
grows thin,
the starting point
where the line
originally started,
a pulse and silence...
as the water
recedes from sight,
a ripple
with no rhythm
being engulfed
in the darkness.
Our sheep, goats, and cattle have been brought in, for in autumn,
they have no need of Alpine pastures. Foods we store in autumn.
Tonight we will feast, then sing and dance to the beat of drums.
Love for our community we outwardly pour in autumn.
Although the moon glows tonight in our clear skies,
my thoughts of gloom I can’t ignore in autumn.
Those who live outside my village cannot know
the beauty of our ancient lore in autumn.
Lahore and Islamabad lure our youth away.
They flee the Fairy Meadows’ splendor in autumn.
Oh, apricot and walnut tree and vine of grapes,
won’t they be missing you all the more in autumn?
Golden leaves, pines and walnut trees and snow-capped peaks!
Here is Heaven, which many adore in autumn.
Our young may stay, becoming guides within our mountains.
Nature’s beauty the tourists come explore in autumn.
Pollution from the outside world is changing things.
Still we live long and strong, and we soar in autumn.
As a simple Kho, I say all changes I abhor,
yet I smile, welcoming you here when you’re in autumn.
ENAMOURED OBSESSIONS
a fear
of
nostalgia
bygone
era
hollowed
out
invention
sophisticated
literate
heights
of
veritable
convictions
ethos
emerge
outwardly
inward
innumerable
varieties
remarkably
long standing
noticeable
active
ensembles
a
heritage
a
pedigree
emphasised
initiatives
emulated
cultural
incentive
preserved
celebrated
Do you paint with words?
Well, maybe you are a poet!
Of course, all words, by themselves
are morgues for art~ stores for outwardly
portraying
one’s private thoughts and feelings in
colorful, expressive ways. The baby
paints her own basic language – cries her
picture gestures,
hopefully appropriately responded to
by loving parents, often challenged
to transcribe
a vaguely familiar, long forgotten
non verbal~frantic vocabulary –
So, words are clearly voice: while liquid,
like blood and oils – they are colorful, the
pigments of flowers and death --
and when a relationship fails, the essence
of words are what
we frame and tearfully regret.
Touched by Spirit, we transform,
blown away by a bliss storm
but cannot transmit the mist,
which we chose not to resist.
Outwardly we look the same,
so can lay no claim to fame
but nodes within body urn,
metamorphose as they burn.
Grazed by divine magnetism,
we go beyond every ism
and yet we cannot translate,
this hum that does not abate.
As God’s direct transmission,
imagine bliss ignition,
that continues to renew,
with each life breath born anew.
The path kundalini takes,
our conditioned beliefs shakes,
as direct truth known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Scriptures are both wrong and right,
for who can track flight of light,
surging forth from deep within,
causing worlds around to spin?
Hoping all become aware,
driven by love, we do share,
though this can only be known,
when we go in and atone.
INTUITIVE ENCAPSULATIONS
indefinite
spaces
surmised
the
travelled
paths
inwards
&outwardly
shaped
figures
&
ciphered
coincidentals
in
philogious
wonder
scripted
with
inspired
pointers
invariably
linked
Astronomical starlit night
Beaming , sparkling much delight
Candescent sunlight brightly shining
Divinity, a cloud with silver lining
Essence of respect for creation we must demand
Forever peace we must take a stand
Graciously accept God is the source
Heartfelt zest within life force
Inspiration lead with much flair
Joyously exhibit to others how much we care
Knowing that life is eternal
Love for self it is internal
Manifest all that truth delivers
Notably for all we are caregivers
Outwardly we all must shine
Protect all that remains divine
Quality of life is what we speak
Restitution of souls for all we seek
Salvaging Mother Earth a dream
Testimony of God's universal scheme
Utopia a figment of emotion?
Verify divine devotion
Wholesomely we share what thrills
Xenophobia our hearts it chills
Youngsters we pray will accept old wisdom
Zappiness within God's kingdom
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.
SPECIMEN SPECULATIONS
obviously
spontaneous
delicate
interpretatIons
initiated
emphatic
interpreted
empirical
findings
of
manifold
motivations
subjective
but
outwardly
visible
recognisable
displays
in
border-line
studies
of
blurred
exceptional
interactions
of
catalogued
formulations
Poetry is Love
Karma inwardly
Karma outwardly
All of Thee above
Find the Middle Way
Give Yourself away
Hiding himself away
For this unbettered cause.
To draw out what, more timid
Does in its own truth live.
Expression of soul. Through bard's
Conjuring, creative.
Seen as odd, now it seems
More occult, in this trick!
By whom no finer tingle
For receptivity
Crave but shock; its spectacle.
Who but live outwardly.
“I have no body or bodilessness, nor have I intelligence, mind, and senses. How shall I speak of attachment and detachment? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Waves have form without possessing desire,
as a part of the vast, formless ocean,
dancing as does each flicker of a fire,
embracing and releasing emotion,
still at the core, outwardly in motion.
There then thus is nothing for us to do,
as heart delights feeling bliss beats renew.
conscious
paraphrased
episodics
outwardly
inward
&
in
disquiet
stylistics
endanger
existence
of affinity
with
occasioned
emphasis
abandoning
the
peripherals
a montage
subjugating
&
reconciling
symbolic
concepts
of
apposite
eclectics
meticulous
hybrid
extremes
individual
caustic
ironic
hallmarks
of
elemental
phenomena
intensive
outwardly
fettered
intensive
shadows
&
profound
cipher
in
a
torsioned
configured
context
attitude
detached
behaviour
a maze
of
oddities
to
outwardly
explore
varied
veristic
feelings
translate
as
phenomena
dispassionate
pretext
undeserved
undeniable
in
existential
reality
a potential
to
cloak
instability
nonchalantly
exaggerate
&
marginalise
figuration
with
a sense
of
universal
perspective
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