thE maiN coursE
something in me smells the way i feel
something in me knows the things i don’t
everything in me jumps and spits toothpaste
on the broken mirror of life
small things in me reach out small hands
for larger longings
and medium-size wantings
and tiny cravings
turtles crawl like broken lepers
through my vacant nostrils
singing songs in hindi,
songs containing life,
sweetness,
longing,
butter,
chai
and dessert.
when is the main course arriving?
Read Moresunrise calling
small circles
golden eagles
smell of cold
winter’s play
sunrise falling
feathers calling
smoke-rings drifing
summits lifting
all our dreams
are here today
Between the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.
Merrily We Go ‘Round!
in the world of Forgotten Tomorrows
there is only one Remembered Today
in the world of Distant Past Lovers
there is only one in your Room, Now
in the world of disenchanted bargains
there is one Deal that is beyond Priceless
in the world of Sensational Culinary Delights,
there is one taste of Nectar Amazing & Sublime
in the world of Rats Racing for First Place
there is one place Earlier than First, Later than Last
and more Present than any Gift under your Glittering
Christmas Tree
There is a Doll inside you
That laughs endlessly despite your Polaroid Smile,
That cries in Joy despite your Corporate Stance,
That sings softly despite your Self-Imposed Silence;
That is eternally quiet in a World of Dust & Noise.
Remember that friend, and your vain attempts
to enjoy the Merry-go-Round will
fail and succeed simultaneously!
A Small Song of Today
In a world where no one knows each other
and few know the ‘self’
where do we go for knowledge
when the college
is in our own
shelf