Countless lives inhabit us !!!!
I don’t know, when I think or feel,
Who it is that thinks or feels.
I am merely the place
Where things are thought or felt.
I have more than just one soul.
There are more I’s than I myself.
I exist, nevertheless,
Indifferent to them all.
I silence them: I speak.
The crossing urges of what
I feel or do not feel
Struggle in who I am, but I
Ignore them. They dictate nothing
To the I I know: I write.
This is perhaps the only thing that can not be induced
and this is one of those things that can not be recovered too
This is the flow of the river …….. that either stagnates and pools
or flows and becomes the part of the ocean , going ETERNAL …..
And we can help but by asking the heavens for purity of heart so that
we never pool those innocent confusions of ours
to stagnate our souls into gutters …!!!
Make all people be content
So they never know lament,
Show me snow storms in July
And perhaps I shall not die….!!!
Like a sunflower turns to sunlight,
i turn to seek your light oh Lord of all lights !!!
Enlighten me , from the core of my being
so that i turn inside , to wash myself from all that halts
all that halts me from seeing the beauty of the universe …!!!
There are many rains
many rivers , oceans
expand your jar
but expand your own jar
those small jars
you will never be disappointed
by your own will !!!
Dreams are the breathe of breathe
Dreams are the life of life
Dreams are the blood of blood
Dreams are the dreams of dreams
sometimes i wonder,
is it a heavy heart that makes you a good writer
or a light heart that does