Act of Transformation

The dancer had lost sense -

Whirling about the empty stage

Leaping and twirling in blind rage

 

For silence covered his nakedness

And darkness bore away at mass of pretense.

 

So that only shadows witnessed the clarity -

Of a tiny dancer evolving into rarity

 

Where experience was at the moment

When transformation bowed to enlightenment.

A Glint Conflicts

 

 

A droplet stirs the rampaging heavens -

 

When the ocean seeks kindred -

Where does it follow

 

When the mighty rivers convex -

Which point is the ocean -

 

What form does water take

When forces and flows converse-

 

Why do each of these make greater

The less and yet – the whole?

 

A glint conflicts the vastness of nothingness.

“Nothing’s Gonna’ Change”

 

“Nothing’s gonna’ change my world

Jai guru deva om...”

 

Gotta go – gotta go Marine!

 

You cannot stay – you gotta go

Ya gotta go

Its time to live or die

 Its time to go

 

See the fire it is coming

Ya gotta move

 

See the time in your sights

You must go – life is at cross

 

Remember the days upon the pure sands

When the waves brought you in

When the crashing came to a still-

 

Young rider in youth when riding was a free

To a tunnel into a perfection of ruse -

 

Now in the mud and blood of death

You seek the rotors of the flying Cobras

Angels of death and rescue

 

Gotta go Marine – Gotta go!

Fall back and cover – fall back and look back not

 

Its insanity evolving into the zone

Where life and death decipher

The toll...

 

The dead can never know their final count -

If not who survived – remember and mourn.

“Nothing’s gonna’ change my world

Jai guru deva om...”

 

Credits: *Beatles /Across the Universe lyrics Lennon/McCartney

A Truth Bindle

A truth bindle carries with it many a fold

Once it’s opened and laid out flat; keeps no hold

Nor does it bring much warmth - in the deep of winter

When morning rules enforce one to take a stroll.

 

The night shelter’s bell rings seven times a reason

To find another day’s keep and a safe place

To ward off the bitter grips of class treason.

Surviving alone but with a threadbare coat of gray spun.

 

Standing along the highway straits

The lone wayfarer waits

For a notice, by the speeding travelers, for good fortune.

“Where are you headed, old man?”  inquires his fate.

“I am following my life to a bar, a drink and to my fellows of familiar traits”

 

And with that he kept his secrets and burden buried

Deep in his life’s knapsack which helps him slip the insanity.

He mentioned that his brother Joe, was ferried

Unto another life where trouble and pain were no longer married.

Hence, he now walks all alone until it is time that he too, be carried.

 

He stepped out from the black carriage unto the cold;

Wished me well and god speed back to family and home.

Thanking me for the time and a kindness to behold

For everyone will someday reach the same old;

Understanding that a truth bindle has a worth that cannot be told.