workshop
Written at midnight thinking
of my TAO photograph:-
Rowing into The Understanding
some of us get to
the other side.
Stepping off the edge
will I sink
or swim
The moon smiles
the stars wink
was it me who blinked
The night shivered
the bushes grew
who knew.
Under the clouds
lies the City
how do you know
Beneath the water
fish swim free
the heron's eye.
The wood lies
the sea turns over
my stomach rumbles
perfection
possibility of perfection
up blind alleys
just across the street
around next corner
no luck in the draw
not flesh of good fortune
these are anemic
manifestations in grey scale
compared to inimitability
no mistakes
no guesses
perfection is just that
brilliant white
richest black
no shades of ashen wont
it's there! -- take it!
before it just disappears.
vcp
7 December 2010
Take me on the wire tonight
And spin me on the worlds delight
Once we were but now we’re not
My blood clots in a sailors knot
So take me to the end of the world
And watch me blur in a brilliant swirl
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night
Take me to the place where I lied
And put me in the spot light
Let me fix all I broke
Your hearts walls and my slit throat
So take me to where I can’t hide
And make my heart confide
I was lost in the night
I was lost in the night
science, religion and God
we all are entitled to our views,
though evolution,
as a part of science can't be overruled,
it is as much essential
to keep integrated
and
as human beings,
we all can't do away
with God
nor Religion
nor do I want to be isolated
I respect all religions equally,
so no one can call me
an atheist nor irreligious,
nor only scientific
a juggler of
science and religion
perhaps I may be
Sparks that struggled before burning bright
Particles streaming from blackened holes
Just faint specks of speeding light
Prickles of waking from numbed souls
Solar flares, big, bright and bold
Frozen truths brought to vision
Asteroids lonely, dark and cold
Great ideas, and the odd collision
Elliptical orbits, light years long
Gravity, pulsars and cosmic rays
Blazing comets, come and gone
Super novas, brighter than days
The world long 'fore I was even born
on a tropic December morn
that gave not even slightest hint
of how our world would soon be rent
In the distance Zeroes roar
on their way to grisly chore
to release the dogs of war
upon a distant peaceful shore
In the instant ere the bombs dropped
leading to so many hearts stopped
the sun shone so clear and bright
upon both the wrong and right
.
from the depths of microbia
arose man, and a world
from throngs of ignorance
was born a taught man
from the confusion of knowlege
was made a poet
from the muddiest of mud
grows a beautiful lotus
delightful
she balanced her body's substance
of stardust and shadow
delicately
on bitter point of
that pin
in glimmered dance
breathtakingly
delightful
to a music universe
plays on and on
in perfect rhythms
her feet followed each
chord's phrase
as falling rain
caused concentric circles
to glow
as afterthoughts
she smiled for those
who could
see.
vcp
6 December 2010
We all do our small part
to make things better
for ourselves
And sometimes others
notice the differences
and make their own
adjustments
I've been buying
almost all
of my vegetables
from friends
and farmers markets
A friend explained
the concept
of food miles
and I have consumed
along those lines
for alot of years now
Except for tea
and olive oil,
one has to support
the farmers of far off
enterprises also
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