Archives for the month of: November, 2012

The bees have offered up to me, a bouquet of stingers, and with it, some flowering pain. How often I’ve had the honey they bring! They who brought me so much pleasure, bring me now, a hive full of pain. Who am I to complain?

In the palm of his hand, I am,
the wetness that moistens,
the breeze that cools,
the earth that clings,
the fire that stings,
the intelligence that knows,
the palm of his hand.

There’s one coming who frightens the day lights out of those who wait for her. There’s no saying she’ll sing. No saying she’ll stay. All it takes is one imperfection, one false note in the way she’s received, for her to turn her back upon them. They make her a special stage because she’ll not sit where another has danced. She needs the right amount of flowers and fragrance, just enough to put her in the mood. They wait, daring to hope for the rapture of her music, as unsure, as the rain that has been predicted by the local weatherman. They wait, for perfection, in an imperfect world.

A little girl I love
Who does not want to be named
Has stars in her eyes
And a shocking, black mane

This lioness of love
And cocoa buttery skin
Has stars in her eyes
And a summer song in her heart

This shimmering butterfly
Fluttering from room to room
Has stars in her eyes
And tonight she said, I could draw her


My heart wants to soar
Above this urban chaos
Like the palm finding its patch of blue
Buildings filled with warm decay
Cast shadows that crush my space
My heart wants its patch of blue



A pigeon was trapped in the large hall where the Monk was sharing some thoughts on the Buddhist way. It flew about here and there, dangerously close, above the whirling fans, while the Monk calmly spoke, of how our senses are constantly at siege, by the world of objects, the aggressive advertising that makes us want more and more things and how it’s all taking us away, from achieving true happiness and peace of mind. Just then, the bird found an open window and flew out, unharmed. The monk stopped speaking, sat for a moment in silent contemplation, then said, “You and I, are like that bird. This hall, with its whirling fans, is the world, where at any moment, you may lose your wings, or, even your life. It is your vigilance and awareness that leads you to that open window, from where you may fly free and safe, into the clear night sky”.

I’m watching it all bubble up, those little wrongs that others have done me, that I haven’t been able to forgive, or, to forget. They are like strings tied to a rather large balloon, straining to break free of the earth and float away. If only I could remember, to place one wrong I’ve done another, for every wrong I perceive done to me, I might grow tired sooner, of this accounting for pain!

It was his last day at work. He told me that from the morning of the following day, he would be in the realm of ‘the Unknown’, referring to the break in the routine, of a life time of going to work. I asked him, if he had not already experienced ‘the Unknown’, in his daily routine, in all this while. He stared at me, seeming thoughtful, and then spoke slowly, “It’s not that. What bothers me is, starting tomorrow, I wouldn’t know what to tell people who ask me, “What do you do?” I cannot tell them I’ve retired, because then, they’ll no longer care to knock at my door and I’m frightened that there’ll be no one wanting to talk to me”.

He offered me a drink, unsurpassed in its colour and fragrance, with great promise, of a most pleasing taste. I held my precious glass and waited for him, to fill his own. I watched him add to this exquisite drink, yet another beverage, common and without mystery, with the ability to sweeten, to fill with bubbles, anything to which it was added, and even to mask, the presence of the original one. To mine I added, just some ice, to soften the fire, because I knew there was some burning involved, in this slow sipping, of a rare and unusual gift. Its passage awakened in me, the delight of a life on the rocks, with no further need to make it sweeter, or, to alter in any way, the true nature of that original elixir!