Divinity

In pursuit of eternity 

In search of divinity

Raking ashes, no gust of wind

Rekindles old tales lay buried

We rest in hope of inspiration

Divinity eludes us 

There are strokes and notes

Behind which it hides 

We seek the greatest glory

What Bougainvillea plants can achieve...

Farewell to unrest and a beckoning of new things. A wide horizon and free thoughts. Peace and happiness, immunity to the daily clamour. Mind and heart at rest and a purple bougainvillea hanging from the window. 

She writes little tips for those who care to come by. There are stories in her heart and in her inward eye. She repeats them, mouth shut. Night time brings alive dreams that we cast aside at daytime. Remember to be alive, don't relinquish your birth right. 

Pensieve

There is darkness. He told her to be careful of it. But she wasn't the one to listen to stray words spoken carelessly at dusk.
But when she entered she found darkness in the house. No electricity. No money either to pay. She found him with his drink in a dark corner.  The children were not home yet, and the gloom had already begun to set in. The gloom of approaching night. He was raving about how they had taken away everything from him, and there were hidden threats of abandonment. She wanted to wait for the darkness to ebb, but he didn't. He felt her presence strongly in the dark - "I am leaving, all of you. I am going away."
He left her, but she knew the hollowness of such threats. She proceeded to clean the house. 

The rays are yellow

How happiness comes
Like the first rays of the suns
Reaching corners long unused to light
And to capture it
You cannot close your fists and grasp
You must embrace
With palms wide open
And a heart full of music and sunshine 

Why the preference?

There is respite in words?
Always in silence and withdrawal,
Why the need to converse?
To create noise in the name of expression?


Silence reigns supreme
Submerges you and fills moments with thoughts
It doesn't distract or subtract from the chain that you begin to weave
Inside your head
When you watch a sun, extinguish its embers at sea
Or a moon newly waxing turn dimensions
Through the nights

Its essence is softness
No harsh calling out of facts
Or hurt
Soothing to touch of soul

So many moons ago, each night
Had many voices
Cries and distant sobbing
And yet the darkness wrapped in itself
A dim promise of light
Which would always arrive

Now we only allude, to what used to be
We only have memories and we try not to relive
We are riven by time and distance
And yet we have the strength of collective thoughts
And have triumphed over the dark

The struggle to evade it
To keep the light alive
And let it glow
Brought us this far
And the dazzling light sometimes blinding


We yearned then for silence
A quite space to think and dream
And let imagination take over and guide
Feet and mind
Meandering

Now everything is still - feet and mind
And there is silence, constant companion
And an affinity for wordless conversation
And a sharp yearning for an understanding

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A love for free flowing verse 
A letting loose of thoughts 
And a flow that involves you to the last breath of your being

We start else where and finish where?
Who knows who speaks, who writes and silently weeps?
Whose hidden thoughts you harbor? 
Why not set sail, a bit rudderless and free 

Morning Hymn

Walking with the Lord we are walking in the morning...
The early morning wind brushes your face gently, refreshes and reinvigorated. Tired souls wake up to a new life in the gentle breeze and in the knowledge of its creator. A beautiful path to walk and grateful beginning to the day.