Friday, March 6, 2015

Two years in 56 lines

Who knows the meaning of life
What is there to know
When everything is falling apart
Where we think we exist
Why even bother to ask
How it became this way
Used to be a sacred word for me
Now I laugh
And the whole universe laughs
Midnight Asana
Becoming a tree or dog
Breath creates balance
I adore the sound of the rain
Gently drumming out a melody
On the rooftop as I lay
Warm and comfortable
Under a pile of blankets
Washing away my fears
And the toils of the day
September sunshine
Leaves me sleepy
Satisfied to lie on the grass
Close my eyes and dream of you
And green fields and rolling hills
The summers of my childhood
Only a shadow of memory now
But still at my heart center
Waiting to call me home
Some sleepy September day
I watch you sleep.
Tiny arms wrap around my neck-
Those small hands soon to be strong,
This moment, too soon a memory,
Wrapped in sweet longing
For these days that I spend
Long hours to make the rent.
I watch you march
Single file into the schoolhouse-
Enormous colorful packs
Make you look so big,
And yet so small.
This moment, tugging on my heart
Like a toddler tugs his mothers dress
And hides in her skirts
Pretending he can elude
The inevitability of time,
Time and time again.
From the darkest dankest mud
The delicate lotus emerges-
Reaching for the light.
Delicate petals only appear so
On the surface;
The struggle to survive,
To grow,
Lights the way to love and life.

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