Kailashana

Jan 04, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

now that you are here

1.

where is here?

now that you are here,
who are you to pique
my interest
rattle this cage
of bones,
make my flesh
dizzy with the torment
of your real name,
how do we cross this
no-man's-island,
do you prefer
coffee?
do we sip a cup of tea?
your dream or mine?

2.

to You, the Poet

I don’t remember any more,

perhaps I was born too early

or we met too late,

maybe it was the other way

around,

or the sea was too deep

between us and

we had oceans to cross

and had not yet learned to fly,

but I fell in love with you

the Poet of my heart,

once in a while

even days pass by

and I forget to think of you,

but the nights

when cherry blossoms fall

on our feather-pillow of sleep,

I think of kisses,

of how sweet your kisses

would have been.

— Kailashana, Jan 04, 2009

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themoonman

17 years 5 months ago

Anna...

your words run through me only to carry me to the clouds lifted into virtual poetry... Anna... you have a beautiful mind! Richard

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Virtual poetry…the moon

Virtual poetry...the moon our only destination. ;-) ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Debra Bryant

17 years 5 months ago

Beautiful!

You have a way with words that paints the most vivid pictures! Word art! Sincerely~ Debbie

Kailashana

17 years 5 months ago

Must be all my unified

Must be all my unified animal spirits... the Blue Heron, snake, deer, panther & raven. Though lately the unicorn has been romping in my Elysian Fields. Your picture is art. Yours? Love it! ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Barbara Writes

17 years 5 months ago

Anna

this was beautiful I really enjoyed reading it. Respectfully Yours, Barbara

R.M.Shanmugam

17 years 5 months ago

simple, clear, short, and

simple, clear, short, and yet striking the reader. i loved the love expressed in it.

youarehere

17 years 5 months ago

omphalos

1. how is it, Mystic Soror, you can here my footfalls of waves and particles quanta of complex systems tracking through the sky if not because of your presence here now in this stillness filled silence you swell, a remote wild womb, seat of Shiva's meditations, Milarepa's victory, and the crucible of Chakrasamvara and his Vajaravarahi and I cirle you and have cirlced you, prostrations upon prostrations, my devotional Kora defining your center Kailash, Oh Sacred Mount, always here and walking the earth in bodies silver threads from your center to their centers, that lute-plucked thread, the Poet source of all poetry, expiring from your mouth kissed morning lips and spilling your new landscapes across the vast interior of open spaces 2. two hundred freedoms and I was 9 years old, not lost, although my parents were frantic in the new mall paging me, Michael, and I stood at the great central monolith, the map of the temple, not lost and communing with big red dot affirming to me you are here now lost to everyone and blissfully cursed with knowing and again, two thousand and five, teeth to the nomads of the steppes are ancestors and buried in the earth to ensure replenished generations and I wonder what is signified by my abscessed tooth leading to necrotizing fasciitis moving towards my heart and, in my bed, while my ancestors awaited my death, I was a small cell of blue light circumambulating around a large red cell, nucleus like organic fire, offering me choice to be here now present with everything and blissfully cursed with knowing 3. what a brazen kali you are, lovely in your bones, hissing at the inherent heliotropism of The Dance, men and women have many names for the vessels we indwell, temples of the light of life, and this Michael prefers sober teas for sober meetings and other wines for homecomings and yet stronger brews to discern dreams here now present with this moment and blissfully cursed with unkowing -Michael