The silver of the full moon humming The placid that the stars are singing– A forgotten rhythm of the blankness, That’ve born out of the beat of time, (And) the broken incomplete chime (Because) of the thoughts nameless.
Om Manipadme hum. The hollowness that I sit, in chair pose, in like an old ascetic, young in age but old in the mind is like the curtain of the room. The bidding spring breeze waltzing with it composing the game of light & dark; putting up on the easel of this moment the canvas…… Continue reading Hermit
The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that’s hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It’s now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and…… Continue reading To You, To Neverland
Somewhere I had read, or might have listened, a musician never retired; he just leaves the stage to find the rhythm again. This cafe when started, I was the most excited one being part of it. And I’m still. Read the full post at Go Dog Go Cafe. [click]
First poem of 2018