Joy
- Ecstasy - Euphoria. What can I say !?!
Let me perhaps ride this high today -
Standing in the midst of all that isn't and is
Within the gurgling, the rippling of the breeze
that breaks on me with waves of sighs -
my fingers quiver arrows at the skies.
The sky, always as dark, now opaque -
now transparent - whispers into every pore.
Delicate lightning bends into a Raphael neck
craning to hear sounds, from beyond & yet more.
A circle of answers come as thunder -
Looking at heaven's children thus gambolling,
Perhaps the sky's a mirror, I wonder -
That I see you in at times, flashes rolling
Do you, oh do you too look up once in a while
quiet the stars with your eyes and smile?
Perhaps the sky, with its universal soliloquy
with its infinite pallette of dots
is just a puzzle joining you and me.
Strike, o lightning, strike the line.
Make me hers, and her forever mine.
Perhaps I will be struck dead -
And perhaps you might say -
"He knew not why he bled".
amen. be that as it may..
Let me just ride this high today.
~
Shombuddho ~
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