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
Category Archives: English
Equinox
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!
Bhairavi
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.
One’s Emerge
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.
Dew Drops
Dew Drops
In deed
All ready
Dew drops
From yesterday
Will fall
Indeed
Already due
Drops from yesterday
Will fall
In deed
All ready
Dew drops
From yesterday
Will fall
Indeed
Already due
Drops from yesterday
Will fall
Notes
Image by Anrita
Two Feet
Two Feet
Two feet, a way
Pulled to the depth
In space I sway
Ecstasy beyond breath
Only two feet away
Mariage
Mariage
Marriage
Passage
Desires
These ires
Satire
Sadly tires
Played pyre
Red lyre
Désirs
Des ires
Satire
Ça tire
Plaide pire
Pas sage
Carambolage
Part
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
Fusion
Fusion
As our bodies fuse
My logic sees two
Experience perceives one
Confused.
My mind won’t accept
Surrender i refuse
Yet lines keeps on blurring
Confused.
As your energies become mine
My mind refuses to become thine
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
You work through me
Or is it me just bigger?
Or just beyond me?
Mind cannot grasp.
My likeness dissolving
In this creation
Deceptive devotion
In this motion.
Guru
Who are you?
What are you?
Mind cannot grasp.
Grace sowed through air
There goes my hair
That’s not fair
We’re now a pair.
Willing or not I still care
As identities tear
My life goes bare
Confused.
As energies fuse
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
To notions of self i cling
Yet your energies push me beyond
And still i want to stay put
But something cannot stay still if i do
Confused.
As energies fuse
Mind wants to choose
But there is no choice
It’s a helpless falling.
Confusion with fusion
Will there come a day where i fully choose this fusion?
An I For An Eye
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.
Fire
Fire
I
Her
Amor
Amor
Her eyes
Her lips
Her hips
Abreast,
She rests
Undressed.
We Kiss
In bliss
Just this.
I find
Her mound
Her sound
An ounce,
Is all you need
To pounce
A Thought
A Thought
I once brought a thought
I was fought
I was caught
So I fought
I twice was taught
That my thought
Ought be naught
So I was distraught
Thrice on I fought
I sought it
I caught it
I wrought it
So to never let the mind rot