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English, Poésie

1+1

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1+1

When 1 + 1 is even
And i near irrational
Then 1 + 1 eleven

Notes

i (=√−1) = imaginary number = not strictly irrational, but almost.

11 a reference to the irrational feminine dimensions of life

English, Poésie

Equinox

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Equinox

Oh, the Joy of the Celestial dance!
Night has just equaled Day!
Have you noticed yet?

Life’s but a mix of some Sun, some Moon and some Earth
Life’s Soil a platform to dance on

A few moons ago,
Life coiled back into Mother’s arms

A little while later,
Yellow and blue swirled out into green sprouts

In which,
Sun-kissed water was busy making rainbow colors

And now,
All in good season,
Life springs forth as vibrant flowers!

What Joy it is to observe this silent dance!
Night has just equaled Day!
Oh, the Joy of the Celestial dance!

English, Poésie

Bhairavi

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Bhairavi

Her names thirty-three
An open sesame
Through the left

New dimensions of glee
Caught red-handed, you see
Committing breath theft

Notes

A reference to the Linga Bhairavi Devi Stuthi, a sanskrit chant of the 33 names of Devi.
A poetic expression of some possible effects of uttering said sounds.
A play on the expression to “take your breath away” and the literal slowing of breath that happens in higher states of consciousness.

English, Poésie

One’s Emerge

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One’s Emerge

Intense
Two converge
Longing to merge
On the verge
Forth doth life surge
One’s emerge
Hence

Notes

An observation regarding the duality and unity of life.
Remarkably the French cognate for “verge” aptly means penis. This can further imply the Indian word “linga” that is often linked the the phallic form.
Also the satisfying wordplay both of grammar and sound for “emergence” and “emerge hence”.
It took some time to chose “one’s emerge” over “one emerges”. The former having more implied meanings.

English, Poésie

Part

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Part

The time has come to part
I let you penetrate my heart
I see the Dark from whence I ran
Primordial Dark from which I am

As I face those fears with heart
You are forever of me a part

Where to next do I embark?
Somewhere not yet on my chart

Parting only ever marks a start
Loving, what a wondrous art

English, Poésie

An I For An Eye

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This poem was inspired by a post on The Essence of Peopling,  by Shots of Awe, and many other inputs my mind was given. It all started with a word play on I and eye.

AN I FOR AN EYE

We’re always dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s,
Never checking the eyes, figuring out if they see.

I do not see my I the way it is. Rather,
I see I the way I think your eye sees my I.

I look into your eye and hope to see a piece,
A piece of my I reflected back from your eye.
My eye, too, sees a part of your I through your eye,
Only e’er a piece of the mysterious whole.

Looking for I in your eyes,
I can get lost in the abyss of supple spheres.

Then, through the eye I cry. For my eyes can’t see I.

Through my eyes I see all but I
And that is what I long to see.
I’ve been stranded so long at sea.
Yet, it is so close.
Feeling lost, yet so close.
So close, I can sense it,
So close I can feel it.
But, so close, I can’t see it.

Yet I know I is just behind my eye.
And yet I cannot see I.

Maybe I is not to be seen, but felt.
Not like the fabric, like the emotion.
Instinct.

What my I sees through my eye is true. Is it not?
Seeing is truth. There ain’t more real than what you see.
A stubbornly persistent illusion at best.

All this based on the assumption that what eye see,
Is real. Eye cannot see I.
Eye cannot even see eye, but with a mirror.
Even that is not I.
Eye cannot see I.
But I is true.
Truer, I could argue, than what eye can see.
Eye is not reliable.
I transcends eye.
I must be felt. Not seen.
What a difficult thing to see, for an I who relies so much on eyes.
Those other I’s have the same problem.
Though some see clearer than others.
Who is to say that what you see with closed eyes might not be light.