Stopped!

Stopped!

silver car
under smoky haze
recently
somewhere,
never here.

red light
unblinking
behind
deepening breath
and
pristine night

drivers must go
somewhere
anywhere
in this allotment of unwavering time
soon the stars
soon the arrival

thud!

Jesus
drops
his cross
for the last time
and I feel its tree weight
under
these empty hands
like broken branches
resting
on my karmic wheel.

— Kailashana, Apr 10, 2009

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Conect11

17 years 2 months ago

and this

transported me. The way you described this happening was breath - taking, very descriptive. I felt an internal fear (from myself) upon reading how Jesus dropped His cross, oh, the implications of that. This whole piece reminds me of those frustrating evening drives up Ridge Road. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

The occurrence & resultant

The occurrence & resultant poem was actualized on Rockside Rd. in Independence. It was a smokey/hazy/foggy evening. Just finished this Good Friday version: 4/10/09 I carry my cross across the open field of me, mesmerized I see a painting coming to life, I am stifling a breath of recognition, I am remarkable and have nothing more to say, I disintegrate into silence, my palette falls to the floor. ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 2 months ago

Anna,

Wow, now that"s a revelation! I think that if it happen to me, I'd run like a school girl!! I hear stories like this and i have no idea how I would react, fear is the first emotion that comes to mind. Well done, and fantastic!! thanks, Eddie Life is like a railroad track that leads to many junctures, if you stand on the track Love comes speeding along and runs you over!! Splat!!!!

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Your “life is like…”

Your "life is like..." belies your fear. ;-) It has been said one must die before one lives fully, without fear. In that experience of fearlessness, life is a constant 'letting go'.... and one is transported from an unfriendly universe to one that is love itself... regardless of what seems to happen. and one knows all hate, war is nascent from that fear... ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho