Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry …it’s been over years… over something that’s left this samsara the memories blur and dissipate to the ground I’m trying to knock myself alive cry a little more, scream a bit love a lot but I’m left dissipating too; dispersing with the winds themselves trying to attach to whatever that

Heaven is a place on earth

Green slice of heaven

Maybe when I’m bedridden one day I’ll remember the days when I could move and do whatever I wanted to do; go out in nature, be active, ride my bicycle through the off roads. Lay in the fields, be as naked as I could be Let the air kiss and lick my salty skin; so

Hunger

My hunger for you What does it taste like? Arid earth without a drop of rain Tides of hot air that cut deep Into the skin Sounds of wind, taunting around ears Burning sands in wide, dry eyes An empty land One leafless tree with broken branches A lonely flesh Embraced in the arms of

Elephant god somewhere

A Hindu god, an elephant head           Sacred symbols, from a thousand year ago Clothed in time’s fine delicacies           Beige white silk and golden embroidery Draped over her ivory beige smooth           kind skin Pretty face maiden, like my mom    

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Burning wood

Quiet nights And the midnight stray dogs that bark The scent of burning wood Clay pots and runny rice On a stove made of fine earth I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress And peeking out the open window railings While the cool breeze touches my face Unlocking my heart There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s

I show a side of me

It’s been 273638 years, and traces of you run through my veins Like rivers branching through the landscape from long lost reservoirs It’s been 282738 years, and thoughts of you are buried underneath this earth over layers and layers of transitory sediments Only you can uncover a side of me that’s deep within That only

IDEAL SOCIETY to make us all happier

(Opinions as of 2017/03/31) Underlying assumptions: All things organic/inorganic are important for existence in this current state of “reality” in some form or another, and thus are inherently good. Humans have something to offer to the planet, and the planet has something to offer to humans. Women are important and bring something to the table,

Sliding with the Earth

Floating in a sea of confusion, going somewhere, going nowhere. Floating on a makeshift raft with shades over my eyes, arching with the curve of the globe, while plate tectonics slide. Underneath this heavy crust, to my surprise, is just foam.