Nostalgia

Home ahead,
I march,
With every step,
I am returning,
With every moment,
I am rerunning,
I am coming home.

I step past the threshold;
Into cobwebs,
Into damp and dust,
Into darkness and gloom.
Everything is fading;
Like time.

The walls, are falling apart,
The curtains rot away;
And everything;
Is dying.
Like I am.

I pick up a dusty book;
Worn with age;
With use,
With the satisfaction of fauna hunger,
And I leaf through the pages.
Pictures that speak to me,
From ages,
Times gone,
Patterns lost.
The darkness dwelt at writing.
The darkness dwells at reading.

I flip the pages,
Reading my countenance;
Of innocence;
Of hunger;
Of the dilapidated house;
Bright once, with life.

And the light is enkindled;
My eyes are aflame;
Heart, feed emotion,
The wall is rebuilt,
And cobwebs vanish,
And dust wiped,
And the curtain,
Colour glows,
And the room is illuminated.

The sunlight pours through the windows,
The room is bright, vibrant,
And outside, on the grass;
A child sits.

His eyes speak of astonishment,
His mind filled with childish innocence,
His small frame against the plum tree,
And his laugh;
Innocent,
Carefree,
Livening.

I walk towards him,
I kneel down beside him,
I pat his soft head,
And he continues,
Laughing,
Innocent.

He didn’t know the hand of his future touched him;
He remains on lush green;
And admires the blooming red rose;
The warmth of the sun;
The innocence;

Little he knew,
He would be lost,
The innocence replaced with cunning,
The sweetness with roughness,
The eyes,
From bright;
To dull.
Or is it now reversed?

Hanging on the edge...

All my hands feel is rock,
I am at the edge of a cliff,
and below my feet;
Air.

The abyss is endless,
my limbs are too weak,
Too weak to play,
What is my choice?

I can fall,
easy,
simple,
yet I am falling;
through time,
through space,
It will never end.
It goes on;
no end,
Just dragging on.

Or.

I may pull myself up,
Maybe I am too weak,
I need strength,
I need energy,
I need life.

Where is life?
What is life?
Is it in me?
Or out?

Is it in the cosmos?
Or our we just life?
Just existence.
Everything?

Love, pervades me,
And I realize,
I can pull myself up,
Or
I can fall.
And drift through the endless universe.
What is my choice?

Disconnected...

They once describe me,

Impervious to change,

Water may hit me,

I cannot still move,

But I know better.

This flowing water, sweeps;

Past me, until;

It takes me along,

Or takes a way,

A part of me.

I might fall apart,

I will fade

I am described,

The most beautiful flower,

Yet they know, I dwell away,

In this brown mud,

In the offal, they create;

When the sunlight bounces off,

The drops of dew,

They deem me beautiful,

Yet will not save me,

I will rot away,

Let me;

For I truly live,

Here,

In the soft earth.

There is a darkness,

It eternally surrounds me;

I am but a speck in its vastness,

They say, I will be one of them,

In time,

My radiance will be lost,

And I will explode;

Unleash,

A consuming blackness.

They have named me,

They say I have an identity,

But do I?

When all is gone;

There is silence,

Then there is thought,

Then there is stillness,

Then there is the essence.

In that essence, I seek recluse,

I know;

It will never change.

But in the rabble;

My identity is theirs,

My thoughts are theirs,

And I am theirs.

I am lost,

In darkness,

In them.

Not myself.

Irreducible?

The weather beaten,
Rough and smooth texture,
Mixed with the sands of time,
And waters of many an age,
Vibrates, splits into naught,
And slowly, drift to the source.

The beautiful, the reddest rose,
Unfurls, and shows its vitality,
It unleashes all its aroma,
And diffuses, into nothing.
It glows, and bathed in light,
Fades away, into the source.

The flowing waters, on flourishing land,
The deepest blue and the muddiest green,
Flows across the sloping land,
Life in it dwells, a harbour of wonder,
But it moves, unanimously, and vaporizes,
Leaving nothing behind…
But barren land.

The land, the medium of thriving life,
The rich-green grasslands and the barren cracks,
It shelters; above and below.
Life to life, it ever consumes,
To the dust, it finally returns,
It like the earth, sunders,
Beyond, the dust, the atoms,
And move on, to the source.

The suns, burning all the helium,
Emitting light, arousing hope,
It radiates the energy,
It returns the life,
Gives a vibrancy to life,
Slowly; it stops, it expands,
But doesn’t explode,
Suddenly contracts,
Fades, moving to the source,
The galaxies, above, the heavens high,
Signs of life, signs of matter,
Containing everything and nothing,
It empowers, energizes,
Dwells within each atom,
Slowly it vanishes and it all disappears,
Yet drifting into the source.

The atoms, the energy, the vapours,
Of matter, drift apart,
Re-cling together, in mass expansion.
Then converges, around the Source,
Becoming, infinite density, no volume,
And suddenly;
It begins again.

Illumination...

Darkness and despair,

Shadow and doubt,

All around us, surround,

While we slumber in the night,

Dreaming away.

Hearts troubled, mind in fear,

Or serenity, in peace.

Slowly from the east,

The earth awakens, the sun is rising,

The morning larks, trills,

While the owls slumber.

A speck of light, spreads over the land,

The sky is bathed in red,

And slowly creeping,

The light engulfs darkness away.

Like richest alchemy,

From dark and dreary,

To gold, and bright,

Until essence is itself is changed.

The darkness, to dull and bright,

The mind cleared, now awaken,

At this perception, the heart is peaced,

And slowly, another sun awakens.

Every drop, every rose,

All humanity, all life,

Take form, take shape,

And all the invisible,

Soon comes to light.

Every shape awakens again,

And every cell, thrums with life,

New beginnings, new starts,

And all creativity breaks through,

The colours, of nature, so vibrant,

The life itself is filled with vitality,

Sudden aroma bursts across,

And all the world, bursts in song.

Lakes sparkle, as endless mirrors,

And beauty of the world,

Bursts into bloom.

And finally it comes out of seclusion,

And once again, life begins anew.

Life. Begin again,

Light, enlighten once more,

Death. Continue or end.

Darkness. Never return.

And within every atom,

In every mind,

Realization dawns.

Illumination... is eternal...

Autumn...

The crimson red, livid yellow,
The orange and the maroon,
Leaves, drying, maybe wilting,
Losing vitality, the forest green.

The scarlet sky, and the scarlet leaves,
Mirror images of one another.
Fading from blue and green to red,
The sunset behind the clouds,
And the tree, fades,
Losing all colour.

The sky painted, like the perfect wave,
The gentle propulsions, of lipid, maroon merge.
A reddish illumination,
Marks, the end.

The leaves break away,
Drift to the ground,
Disconnected,
Disenchanted,
To be raked,
Or to be crunched,
until it should fade;
or disappear forever.

And the reddest rose, withers and dies,
All its aroma fades away.

The earth is adorned with many a corpse,
And twigs, stalk, curtain the ground,
The lakes lose all warmth,
And freeze, with life left below.

Drifting on a breeze,
To far away,
Onwards.

The red light and the red leaves,
The yellow luminescence and yellowing branch,
The orange petioles.

The beauty of the tree,
Its flower and fruit,
Fades away,
Oncoming winter, bares it to bark

With the onset of duck,
The sparrows, fly south,
And all life, hibernates,
Until the Call.

The Cosmos in our Mind

Stepping forward, on the wintry desert,

In the darkness, in the shadows,

I see naught, but pricks of light,

Receding in the darkness.

One step, two step, mile after mile,

But from the stars above, have I moved at all?

The desert is dark, sands so different,

So smooth, yet unseen, as dark ground.

The life is hidden, yet an aura thrums.

With life.

I am walking, yet not moving,

I am where I was, I am over here.

But to where am I walking?

Taking a stop, an instinct to wait,

I pause, for an answer.

The universe is rotating, moving forward,

Yet I am constant, I do not move.

The universe closes around me,

And converges into a single luminescence

I am bathed in its light, it shrinks,

It finally enters me, and suddenly,

I am back.

Out of my mind.