Eclipse

the world is never in darkness
except the brief moment of an eclipse

light never sleeps
except the brief moment of intermission

we are soaked in so much of its glory
we are actually in awe of its disappearance

we overlook so many blessings
to focus on the specks of trouble
like we speculate the blood moon

Walk away

don’t pack
another person’s life
into your suitcase
just
walk away
with
the most valuable will
to survive

the shell you lived in
was long decayed
with warm toned furniture
fluffy rugs
and distant smiles in
old photographs

don’t think about tomorrow
what you will need
tomorrow takes care of itself
take hold of today
for
you have lived on
after
the unattended emotions
the isolation from life
the false hatred of yourself

walk away
you walk away
from ruin
to
a new vista

How I came to be

I remember
they said I was a misfit child
I remember
they said I was a depressed teenager
I remember
they said I wasn’t beautiful
I remember
they said I was a people pleaser
I remember
what they said did not break me

I know
I am a unique creation
I know
I feel the weight of life and people
I know
I believe wisdom is beautiful
I know
I am quick to forgive
I know
What they said has made me whole

Colours

I love blues and greens
and the nudes in between.
The blue sky and the green hills
make everything in between neutral.
My eyes are too satisfied to notice
all the colourful butterflies.
Maybe I am just as simple minded
as the heaven and earth on grand display.

Are we that foolish?

Wouldn’t it be easier to love than to hate?
Why do we spend so much energy and amount to self destruction?
Hate eats us up from inside out.

Wouldn’t it be better to forgive and let go?
Who will take notice of our sourness other than our own taste?
Unforgiveness tastes as bitter as hell.

Wouldn’t it be wiser to give the power to the Judge?
What do we hope to achieve by staining our own hands with blood?
Judgement exposes us to the most harsh sentence.

Do we really desire to be hatful, unforgiving or judgemental?
Don’t we all know these are steep hills for the fools?

Six senses

I knew your sweet smile
I knew your celestial sound
I knew your sensual smell
I knew your subtle savour
I knew your silky skin
now that you’re gone
our fate is sealed by
the art of psychometry

Freedom

break off the commitment leash
jump for joy over the fence
to ever greener pasture

run wild on hills and in valleys
summersault adrenaline ignites every cell

I can breathe!

I can breathe
the wildflowers’ subtlety
the wildfire’s smog
and
the summer love
once more

A surprise present

she has gone so soon
like yesterday’s post delivery
wasn’t open in time

the tea pot is still lukewarm
looks down into the cup half filled

the scent of dry roses from her room
gives away the truth of her absence

grey hair mourners gather pebbles from
the garden she so lovingly tended

the rabbi sings El Maleh Rachamim
all the way to the interment
it gives us immense sense of peace

we place stones around her resting place
so her memory continues to live on
and through us

she has gone so soon from us
like a pleasant surprise
when heaven opens the door

-dedicated to an angel who lost her fight to Bipolar in 2004

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