#29

“By convention hot, by convention cold, by convention color, but in reality atoms and void.”

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#28

You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don’t be afraid to leave the castle. -j. n. 

Tiny bits of earth tickle me
As I walk past the little yellow lights
Playing crown for the queen palm
I am thinking of the mint coffee mug
On my small wooden study table;
Of Ferris Wheel rides; and spontaneous
shopping at seven-eleven store
I am sniffing the welcoming scent
Of the pillow fabric back in my room
Yet I keep on walking; now the sole
Of my feet pressed upon the still
Warm touch of the muddy brick path
I am now thinking Greece on fair
Sunday mornings, embraced in
Billie Holiday’s jazz – it’s charming
I listen to the wind whisper all
The petty little yearnings of mankind
I make up sweet longing voices

That went on for a while until
My ears are flushed and my soul
Choked up –
One just couldn’t wish so much –

 

(to be continued…)

-v

The Little, The Grand

When I look at you, I know for sure
I am grasping all the little and the grand
I could be seizing photons one by one
Yet the sun’s vastness won’t fit my hand

When I sit by your side, I realize
Parallel heavens cannot be strange
Oddly enough I find it familiar
For yours is there, inches from mine

When I hold your hand, I am seizing
Another of myself in your universe –
Brave, grateful, lovely, whole, best
While you are still you – absolute, perfect

 

-v