Short Prostrating Poems

Prostrating just flat,
I felt a strange elation,
the smooth shiny ground felt cold,
on a hot humid afternoon,
and the body had cooled,
my mind had stopped and numbed,
I had only one thought,
that all my life I had fought,
now I had surrendered,
to the ONE,
whom for entire life I had sought....

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How the shadows fall back bowing;
prostrating themselves 
before the noon day sun.
Genuflecting as their wooden, vegetative father’s can not.
Performing dance movements of mimicry
the boughs above initiate.

How the shadows fall daringly, dauntless;
dissecting the bleached winter grass,
making perplexing puzzles of mossy patches
creating mystical arteries upon 
the breast of Mother Earth....

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or a poison dosimetric
juxtaposed drop by drop
that you ingest absorbed
while your mind wanders
between little or nothing
that you can absorb
of the arguments you despise.

or a flexible filament
that round the trachea
snared in the beam
because you wander life
between the comings and goings
unnecessary ideas.

or else the thud of the lead flight
that snapshot snatches it all
prostrating body and mind
since nothing perceives or receives as comfort
of insufficient happiness....

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