Oh the turbulence of passions within makes me fling myself to the Elements Rising waves Clear skies Let volcanoes erupt and earth tremble Let Gods wake up from their slumber and hear the cacophony of spirits Enough of order and of peace. Let passions play themselvesout and the flesh regain its spirit of joy.
When black surrounds you even Gray is a ray of hope. When you pause to ponder your helplessness that too is help. When you raise hands in despair it is a reminder of your reserves. When you remain silent amid turbulence you touch the calm within - balm for the soul.
What do I do with all my bounty when all that is asked of me is to make pleas for mercy. I don't celebrate my deprivation much as you like to showcase your generosity. It's sad you don't have eyes to see the bounty all around because you are caught up in grabbing and hoarding. I am not quitting nor will I join the naked parade for glory.
Life has a way of throwing me in the deadwood amid termites But I haven't allowed them to eat my vitals For I love my body and my vulnerability that comes with it This is my field where there is life sprouting all the while amid dry leaves and fallen twigs.
In the dryness around me I now feel some green trying to shoot up, desires gather into rounded shapes in my loins and streams murmur their readiness to gush I am hesitant, to ward off disappointments, but what's life without risking your neck out?
Before I knew time flew and I too, with spirits soaring and flesh light in the freshness of morning glow. Everything was new like the dew and every moment was just that - that moment! Loved ones that had long departed brought back love into my heart that simply overflowed and I got swept away with all that was mine.
When I first realised I was living a life it was spring time and flowers had bloomed. Life was in weeding out, watering, trimming the twigs bending the branches so that you win admiration from the world. Life lies in being cultivated, not manufactured as finished product. And now my sights shift beyond plants to the planet, the galaxy, the cosmos. Life lies in being sprawling across the space not obeying a design or a diktat.
I woke up In the middle Of the night Feeling lighter And fresh In the tingling Flesh And I couldn't Put my finger on What it was That was blooming Inside with joy. I stopped thinking And just sat still. Then it dawned: I had lost All that was Clinging.
Crossing over I thought Should be easy; I was leaving behind Cold, damp deadwood to go over to the side of Bubbling sparkling Waters of life. Clouds gathered From nowhere And I stopped In my tracks. The cold descended To envelope all Including mine - A world that was About to begin smiling Now hope waits and heart still beats.
I have been passionate about life and love but somehow channeled my passions in artistic pursuits. I could not translate my romance with ideology into activism.