Vishnu sleeps

Vishnu sleeps
Amid an ocean of glistening gems
His chest heaves up and down, slowly
Like the waves.
The waters are gentle and warm
And they tease his skin sometimes
Making him smile at their playfulness.

Vishnu sleeps, above a bundle of anxious nerves
He sleeps sheltered underneath the umbrella of a cobra head
There’s gentle sounds of bells lulling him from somewhere
There’s a shower of fragrant flowers soothing his senses from the heavens above
There’s a soft glow in the rays from the sun god to the side
There’s a water goddess who he dreams of.

Vishnu sleeps, floating amass a boundless universe
Vishnu sleeps, through creation
Preservation
Destruction.
The rivers overflow, the waterfalls rush down, the mountains crumble,
The volcanoes erupt, the ground rips apart,
And the vegetation freezes.
The world thaws, the butterflies come back,
Children laugh and hold hands
And the elderly wave their goodbyes
Life goes on,
And on
and on
in disappearing circles.

Vishnu sleeps,
His chest heaving up and down, slowly
Cushioned over a bundle of wrecked serpentine nerves
His face glowing
His lips, smiling
Vishnu sleeps consciously
amid an open warm ocean
Deep
Inside the heart.

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Anxious rat eyes

I like you because you’re so random, and you can pick up quickly where I leave off when I zone in and out erratically. We just don’t seem to care that much. We’re quite nonsense and there’s no need to explain to each other any sort of reason or validity as to why we exist because we’re both perfectly aware that we’re totally fked either way, and that we are, in fact, just blind rats
running around this circus wheel inside a rat cage where we fight for food but also play
and when your red eyes beam my way I stop this erratic thing that I’m doing and I listen to you
and we communicate like normal people do. Such profound things we discuss; why might we be alive? You verbalize things that ring my heart and it leads me to realize that I’m not alone; that you’re just as miserable as I,
and it’s a gorgeous thing playing in this dark side of the universe; it’s like we’re just sparks of fire burning and fizzling out before our own eyes
you, with your eerie rat eyes
looking at me, acknowledging my life while we do things unpredictably and blabber normal gibberish that we should.
My friend, you have no idea how much I owe you
for helping me stand when I couldn’t get out of bed
for existing, as sad as it is for you, and living as anxiously as you do.
You can hug me anytime, and I’ll hold you tight
Then we can stay still, and heal in the ocean of each other’s stares for a while.

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