My morning ritual is equal parts balance and disregard.
I curl out of long embraces
And yearn for another warm
Set of arms that can caress me
As coffee does.
My heart is ready, and embraces
Randomized patterns of light
Streaming through South-East facing windows,
And entirely unready for children screaming
As they bounce their balls
Through the playground across the street.
Even conversation is hard when my thoughts still linger
About webs my subconscious wove
Whilst I rested a while.
And here I am, embracing dry, heat infusing sun
And stepping naked into boxed rain
That shall strip me of these memories
And click restart
For a clean day I shall reign.
Tag: rain
Ashram Day 3 (day 1406)
Rain has a tendency to wash away all thought,
To make tomorrow clean and unmistakeably fresh.
Somewhat similar to every morning,
When waking up,
To accept daylight as if a young child;
New life and chance upon a path
Joined together with some answers,
Some direction,
And much more desire and openness
To find the next step forth.
As tears roll down sunlight’s fingers,
Only self can find shade
To silence what always will be
Into motionless innocence
That plays along the shore
With buckets full of sand.
Moon Rain (day 1400)
Rain has been falling a thousand ways today,
From every angle and darkened cloud one could ever find up high.
As I lie here attempting sleep,
Rain continues to dance around.
It is here I think to myself:
“Sounds of music
In my ears
Can always carry me,
But this pitter patter
Could never replace
My moon that shines so bright.”
Mother’s Heart (day 1385)
When winter swells have chased away
Fleeting moments of bright sunny days,
A gull shall float along the shore
Reminding her of nature’s cyclic core.
For in blasts of thy deepest torrents,
In rain and wind and sun and clouds,
In darkness and in dull fog thick,
There exists forever a chasing of
Heart to the next heart.
Where one began the next shall start,
Just as the last lingers on,
Even the strongest of hearts, aghast at last!
Behold, a tulip before the first of March!
She comes with her an army of life –
Carrying about to and fro,
That march with purpose through every strife,
Conquering even her very last blow.
My Heart is a Lemonade (day 1336)
Whisper to me in silence until rain forever stains.
I want to hear what your heart cannot speak;
I want to let bumps upon my thickened skin
Wash away with lines of another chance.
Wishes of a heart that came and never thence remains.
I can live here for as long as my number remains the same,
Until my idle thoughts formulate
What figures my fingers are much to scared to trace.
Gray and White Breaks (day 1283)
Can you follow me upon a speeding star
Along wild roads where wind’s through our hair?
I’ve never been out past the seasons mild rain
To be seen once again by the woman with no name.
Long walks together carry a rhythmic harmony
That pulls and begs and lifts love, my name.
Like long winded breaks I’ve fallen over you
Where tomorrows forever will champion my heart.
Hurtling and spitting with venemous fury
Gray and white breaks shall be my amorous flurry.
Should ever your fancy be found to be unstrung,
Let my guiding thunder be the reason you run.
And all over islands, heated by warm sun
Shall be our own quarters, to dine in gay coitus.
To the Sea (day 1191)
I washed my heart
Through a thousand storms,
Cleaned out in the rain.
I’ve let it dry
Out in the wind
As leaves blew through my mind.
Then came my trail
As I inhaled
To take me to the sea.
Pretty Name (day 1150)
Nothing ever stays the same
And all we ever get is rain
So if you catch a ride
And let it slide
I’ll ask your pretty name
Day Catcher (day 1122)
My water buffalo languishes,
He stumbles and wears lollipops
In his big ears.
Like fountains and mountains
And entropy in the wind,
Like envelopes and cantaloupes
On my mothers antique oak.
I droop with my succulent.
I hang out to dry
On an island in the sun
With passing blossoms
Scalloped to catch rain.
With Dragons (day 1094)
I await
Not anxious
But limber
Excited
Loose in the attitude
A mixed cocktail
On John-John’s patio
And rain
Midsummer night
With dragons