A Spatial Wish
To look at astral objects all;
With that fulfilled, I’ll acquire
The stature of a man tall.
All Poetry
To look at astral objects all;
With that fulfilled, I’ll acquire
The stature of a man tall.
Once you find where you erred,
Resolve not to repeat that again-
And know that you incurred no great loss,
For in reform there’s permanent gain.
Watch your body, make each part act.
As they should and can,
In harmony with self, mind and nature,
Call it Pranayam or Meditation or Asana,
That is Yoga for you, me and all,
Love for lust,
Marry for money,
Determined for sex.
involved in the act in the same
way as his are when doing so.
I feel like turning back and sit on my knees,
look at it full-eyed and be all ears to the words.
between steering my hand its way willfully,
and just-being-there in case my hand looks for it.
Deception is futile now,
Won’t fall for the ruse anymore.
I close my eyes in peace,
Stars abound in the darkness within.
Not preachy his words,
not of a distant seer’s,
not bemoaning of those
searing truths of mankind,
but versing its essence,
keeping hope alive for us.
But spare her the laughter
at the memory of falling,
for the laughter when cuts,
does so irrevocably and
it would be like the scattered