the thunderous roar off the jet in the sky is echoing into the deep dark dungeons of my heart the wind as it winds, twists and turns the summer sunflower into shreds i have heard it all before and seen it all before i have broken the doors and escaped, been there all before and still cursed to befall into a love affair with a rolling stone the images that spring up like pups bouncing to greet their master do as they land, leave a scar through the curtains of time and space because if every thing is relative to the dimensions of our experience there must be much more relations that I do not know, or even less relativity i do not relate to. But god in his entirety remains constant un-related to the laws, and even beyond the grasp of our imagination such is the power of love, she said, beyond the grasp of such gods even such gods known to men, gods so powerful they have been known to fly like airplanes and the way she puts it, makes so much sense, makes the darkest alley light up makes the saddest face crack up with smile and makes me wonder if ever I, a soulless meat machine, could ever drench in the sweet rain A sweet rain of smiles and kisses and if ever my darkness will be washed away. she is tender and sweet, with a pauju across her feet and when she walks, those little metal beads play the best acoustics in synchronous leaps my heart beats and there is a whole dance floor thumping on my ribs her eyes have the reflection of the universe for pupils like krishnas mouth, her mouth opens up to an endless vastness from which vastness she picks words that sound just right that are placed just right across each other and raise goosebumps upon my skin She asks me if I would want to be loved? I say Yes YEs ! oh dear creation of the lord with no bounds oh the maker of the serene sounds, your voice paints a landscape in my heart no one has ever seen, what place will you take me? what birds will you let me see? what plants will you let me touch? what love will you give me? I have this hunger in me that spans beyond my stomach I have this wanting that spans beyond my heart will the tremors that keep me awake at night be silent oh the fair one, will your love keep me high? In that cold and windy hill top she, dressed in satin white strip of fabric that was trying desperately to cling onto her body, was being frantically thrown thrown hither and thither by the wind. As the cloth cut the air, she was cutting through me with her gaze at my feeble frame my hands were black with sin and my skin had lost its love for bones she uttered no words turned around, then turned again and asked me to follow I followed, The path seemed endlessly joyous and it looked like the warmth would always be there the happiness would always be there she led me to a field of sunflowers and asked me to pick one one ! I asked. My hunger surpasses more than there are sunflowers here she looked at me calm and asked what would you do? how would you have it? I said- I want it all. What would i do after i have it all? Love it. She clicked her fingers and vanished. I was transformed into a sunflower plant, the whole thing with leaves and bud A distant hand shook me strong hey, where were you lost? yes ! yes, I am here The guru has left she said. No he hasnt I replied. I stood up from my meditation pose and rushed home. I called her and she said she was ready to do it. I replied- we dont need to do it, we just need to be rooted beside one another-like flowers in field, sway together against the wind.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 06:44:28 +0000
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