Touches

 I just want to touch you,

I just want to hold you,

I just want to feel you,

I just want to dance the night away,

With you in my arms.

It all seems like a dream

That we've for ever been in,

And you spoke out my name

Even the first time we met

And we fell right in step

Like walking on the clouds.

The Bridge

At Cross Roads,
at every freeway sign
We saw the same post
every time
from the time we started looking
for the road that led out of the
endless cities...

where people dreamt as their
flesh decayed and bones
shone in the sun.....

The signs all led to the Bridge....

The Bridge had gardens,
the trees bore fruits
and sheltered birds that sang.

The Bridge had fountains
where the waters sparkeled
and the streams had fishes...

The Bridge had taverns
where the bards played their songs
and the story tellers told their tales....

The Bridge had views of far off
mountains & valleys
and clouds that reflected glorius
lights at every rising & setting
of the sun...
and at night the clear skies sparkled
with the lights of a billion stars....

And there were songs & Merriment,

And no one left.....

No one left the Bridge.
They all came and stayed
and build houses
and died....

And again they went the round of
the cities...
until they saw the sign and

came again to the Bridge,
to stay and die again.....

The River Remains The Same

Moments...
gathering through ages
like water drops, into a
mountain stream,
like a child skipping along
garden paths...

Then into a strapping young lad,
turbulent, foaming, racing

into a adulthood full of passions,
dreams, urgent, raging,
carrying along the dead debris
of ages past,

into placid plains, where floods
of emotions give birth to
fertile fields, deep forests
where animals growl 
and birds of endless hues 
take flight....

and then the fragmenting into a
thousand streams and the
final meeting in to the
endless ocean,
where all rivers meet
and the divers dive deep
in search of priceless pearls....

All these have been me
and will be
and now is
all
my only presence.

In The Forest

Amongst the trees,
reaching up to the skies,
and leaves bigger than ourselves,
in ancient forests,
flights of birds take off
in a flutter of wings,
in a burst of colors
like the spirit of flight
in a dance to the beat of the wings
and the colors: the joy of being.....

....A thought hovers, like a translucent
dragonfly, like the silence in the humming
forest, until the dragonfly flies away,
leaving the thought behind,
& the humming ebbs.....

.....The tingling in the forest gathers
lightness, the roots whirl, the skies swoop down,
the leaves are the stars,
the knots in the tree trunks are blackholes,
and the flowers are galaxies.....

....the dance eternal goes on..

Sufferings

Our sufferings are like a lighted torch,
Hold it close and it may burn you,
Hold it at a distance,
it may show you a new way.

Behind Closed Eyes

Like the Moon reflects the Sun,

there is a Light Sublime,

That the Sun reflects....

And the Super Nova, The Pulsars, The Quasars,

The far away galaxies....

All are mere reflections of a far greater light
that shines on from time immemorial,
from time even before the creation of time....

The light that is greater than all visible light,
the light that has for ever been in our hearts,

the light that shines even in the greatest darkness,
without disturbing any one,
the source of everlasting life,
shines on,
behind closed eyes,
and lifts all those who see,
to lightness unbearable,
till every thing bursts,
till every thing settles,

in peace ineffable.

eezy spaces

AS DUSK DESCENDS AND LIGHT EBBS AWAY THROUGH THE MIST, THE EVENING BELLS, STORIES TOLD GATHER ON LEAVES AND FALL LIKE TEAR DROPS FULL OF LONGING.... OF WANDERINGS THROUGH ANCIENT FORESTS, THROUGH CITIES YET TO BE, A JOURNEY WITHOUT END, THROUGH ENDLESS SPACE.... A LIGHTNESS OF STEPS, SOFT TOUCHES, WALKING TOGETHER, EEZY SPACES...