Divine

not thinking
of what to say
drinking wine

music so intense
no pretence
the sadness
lingering

a cat in heat
calling out
for love

sipping wine
the world is so
divine…..

Bombay

i want to escape

from this cage of illusion

of expanding bars

 

thinking where to go

only makes it more spacious

there’s nowhere to run

 

so what do you do

when you find yourself longing

to go far away

 

take a whiff of sandalwood

and bless your skin

with the bliss of bombay

 

 

The Bardo Cafe

Seasons changing… spins my head

all these years living….like I’m dead

leaves falling like hair

my body cold

Snow…. like ashes…

forgetting… old

until remembered

again and again…

Channel #5 ,  Joy & Oud….

when we get to the bardo

there will be food !

 

relax… slave

drinking tea from a bowl…

i sit here amazed….

wind blowing through the pine trees….

a screen door separating

the natural world from me…..

(i didn’t want to let the bugs in)

but i feel like a bug myself…

in this house of dust….

while the dirt outside

is clean and fresh….

(except for the  tailpipes exhaust)

a juxtaposition

of my exhausting life….