Monday, November 1, 2010

Enlightenment


Sun rises. Beams of golden glow along the branches
Heat of the day begins to take shape as the insect calls her mate
Green leaves, heart shaped, take up the light and give life
A man. Waits patiently?

Time blurs between each breath a meditation, contemplation
Of things surrendered, given up, lost
In the search of a vast eternity of nothingness.
Then rain comes and the sky empties herself of all thought.

Mucalinda opens a lazy eye to see a man, waiting, rain falling
He coils, coils and coils raising his head above the mind, the heart, the soul.
Above all that is to be remembered as forgotten.
Naga, forevermore entwined in a moment of bliss beyond sight.

Sun rises. Beams of golden glow along the branches.