I glimpsed once
An array of lights
They glittered
Like bright orbs
The border they rode absorbs
Impressions shattered
That World set
In the rising sun
As I whirled
Towards night
Within me consumed the fight
Of ages replayed
Count with me
The moons are seven
They revolve
Within Space
Spheres rotate towards Heaven
Places I rewind
My heart bears
The weight of old Tales
They come through
My lit eyes
Like a whisper their light flies
Towards southern skies
The songs beat
At my aged Temples
They give forth
Waning heat
Dying warmth makes me repeat
Litany of loss
They come through
Epiphany carved
On my chest
I control
In the City of Angels
They hone through me soul
Reading of the poem:
Cascading thoughts fly
Riveting performances
meet my starry eye
Fireworks reveal
a universe in a sigh
that slow flows me by
A peal of laughter (Appeal)
a sacrifice to the stars
in quest of the hours (Inquest)
Urgencies dissolved
natural phenomenon
unwinding my veils
Pray reach out to me
your hands token of despair
stroking sad my hair
Observe me throughout
I am a bunch of flowers
now ready to dry
Reading of the poem:
Panic seized her again at the thought of all she had to do. It seemed like a list of insurmountable tasks and she was wondering which to start with. She felt discouraged at the thought that not only she would have to find a way to accomplish all those tasks but she would also have to pay for the persons rendering the various services she needed for the accomplishment of some of the tasks. It would cost a lot of money ; money that she was not earning for now. She felt like crying but the tears did not come. Instead she felt a wave of weariness overcome her. Fortunately or unfortunately the weariness did not last and panic struck again.
She became restless and started biting her nails. She checked herself immediately as she did not want to end up like some people did with very small chewed-up nails, a testimonial of their anxiety. The thoughts raced through her head again and she felt desperate. She cried out to her guardian angels for help but was met with only silence. A silence that seemed deafening in comparison to her cries. She wondered how things had come to this point. There had to be an explanation for all that was happening. Things never happened without a reason and she was sure that there must be some reason for this chain of events.
Despite her reasoning she was starting to get desperate again and hated the feeling of helplessness that accompanied the flurry of her thoughts. She had not been able to meditate that morning as her mind had been too busy and pervading, not allowing her to focus on the meditation. She wondered if the lack of meditation was not worsening things. When she meditated things always seemed to be alight with fresh perspectives but today all her thoughts seemed to be cloaked with a dull tone of grey.
She suddenly realised that she was getting trapped by the age-old trap of fear. She was allowing herself to be sucked into the destructive energy of fear instead of maintaining herself within the powerful energy of love. She realised that it was her own mind that was allowing this, focusing on all the negative outcomes instead of focusing on the positive ones. Her mind kept trying to convince her that the positive outcomes were few while the negative outcomes were many and more likely.
She slowly tried to silence her mind that kept chattering away its thoughts into her head, attempting to make her feel submerged by helplessness again. She focused on her breathing and willed the thoughts away. She would deal with each task as and when it came up in the best way possible. Slowly she could feel the thoughts ebbing away as her mind gave in to the rhythm of her breathing. In a few minutes she was thoughtless and started focusing on the middle of her crown chakra.
She could feel the silence growing within but it was a pleasant silence now. She breathed in and out very calmly. Slowly but surely she could feel herself being filled with a sense of peace and joy. Her mind was silent and she could see a light growing at the tip of her crown chakra where her intent was focused. She played with the light, watching it grow until it filled all her head and then imagined it travelling downwards towards her toes before going up again and filling her whole body. She was light, she was peace, she was acceptance. She was pure thoughtlessness and silence. It had all begun with the stillness of the mind.
