I’m so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. ~ Rumi
note: Fresh poem coming out in September.
Where It Begins?
I thought of war and peace
not the one of Tolstoy
but self-limiting beliefs
shying away from light, when already
a black dot swimming in a white sea.
To what lengths one would go;
shrink to fit a predesigned frame?
I thought of war ―
I thought of peace.
For Poets United
A Feigned Pose
In abundance, it grows
Deep wisdom ancient
Alongside stinging nettle
Gracefully, it stands
I, too feign a pose
Itching injury persistent.
All I should do is breathe
Unfurl towards the light
As curled fronds of a fern
Surrender and let go.
note: In response to Midweek Motif, “Yoga” at Poets United.