I gaze upon the earth from which I was drawn,

pulled head first into life,

my marrow sucked through roots and branches,

my blood siphoned from the sea,

my voice sliced from the coyote’s cry.

Given form, then loosened to find my way,

a nomad, I wandered the labyrinth of life,

not knowing, unknowing, ignorant,

I roamed, confusion in my wake,

until bone rattled, I learned to dance.



White goddess gains confidence and boldly steps

through midnight curtains, splendid, proud and unflappable.

Majestic, you arrive to survey your nocturnal kingdom,

unblinking moon eye beams down silver light

across harvested fields littered with pumpkins and corn.

My virgin sister, cool goddess of the night, Serene,

clouds hover round the corners of your mouth

as a young poet plays his flute and you float down the starry Way.

Your royal barge makes no waves in the cosmic ocean of my dreams.

Will you visit me tonight while I lay alone in the narrow bed of age?

Will you kiss my lips as once you did when I was lush

and fruit-ready, my womb wet with life?

I count the stars as they arrive singly and in pairs

until night’s ballroom moves in the ancient dance.


One thought on “TWO POEMS

  1. Who Am I?

    So beautiful!

    A moment fell before my eyes—
    “Have you found what you were looking for?” –
    sung in a fluty voice –
    of a love that made me traveled
    through clothes, fleshes, and hearts.
    For love whose images I painted mindlessly
    on every empty space.
    About love, elaborated in books –
    scriptures, philosophies;
    holy, unholy.

    It enlarged before my eyes –
    dulling the present.
    Or, perhaps, becoming one with it.
    “Remember those voices you heard once–
    releasing from fleshes of those who you thought you loved;
    they loved you, you thought—
    music, you thought at once,
    then changed your mind.”

    the moment said –
    “Caught in “me” were you with the other,
    listening to the whispers of your own soul.
    Do those whispers still call you
    from beneath the fleshes you revered so deeply?”

    The moment breathed a long breath.
    Past opened before my eyes
    as if a bud flowered into a rose
    under the vastness of our sky.

    I thought to myself –
    many layers embrace a soul:
    flesh is just one, aura another,
    yet another is traceries
    of lives lived and desires unconsummated.

    Have I found what I was looking for?
    Have I found it within myself,
    or, deep into the hearts of others?
    They say it’s not something you find,
    or lose –
    not something you give or take.
    In everything, in every being,
    in every smile, tear, or frown,
    in every act of cowardice or courage;
    of faith or sacrilege,
    in every act of passion or compassion –
    if you can’t experience it in everything,
    you won’t find it even if you dig
    the nails of desire deep into fleshes,
    or tear apart hearts of everyone,
    or read their minds under magnifying glass of your
    You won’t “achieve” it.
    even if you traverse all roads to the unknown.


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