Shantideva

Today, all is well.

Today, indeed, I’m hale and well,
I have enough to eat and I am not in danger.
But this life is fleeting, unreliable,
My body is like something briefly lent.

Shantideva

Life

And you were a poppy

Seeded in our underwater

Orchestras’ dream.        

Each bow of breath you

Feel from this passageway

Sets apart our moment in time;

Our moment of timeless.

Stapled my beliefs to your

Lowered down walls,

I was abused in happiness and

Seduced by our perfection.

Vast of our bloom you were

Drowning we were

Creating.

Summoned by us

My torso is dimming in your

Lights because the trails

No longer require our

Flashlights.

Mercury lumber bites

Our skies and clouded rain

Fills our distant eyes:

Poetry that is mine.

Not me but mine.

There are better days

And today was meant for our

Births. I spoke to you already

And you  were disappearing

In cystic infused normalcy.

There you were in samples

Of my womb;

Holding on to my intuition’s

Breath.

Growing

Today wont fluctuate

Our broken dreams;

It will only brighten our

Surrendering.

That was my complete to

You that was my

misunderstanding

With our forgivens’.

With my solitude morning

We are completed by us

Through us in us as one.

Snowflake that never falls;

I am your melted grief...

Growing.