I PONDER…

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And if tonight…
…You see me doing a tortoise match with my words,
It is not because I am the tortoise’s match
It is because my soul is overwhelmed with thoughts of life…..
And so I ponder.

For if tonight…
…My soul should find her peace in sleep and sink in good oblivion
And in the morning wake like a new-opened flower…..
…Then I know that I have been dipped again in God…a new creature

And if as the weeks go by in the count of the moon my spirit darkens and brightens
And a soft strange silence pervades my movement and my thought and my words…so wise
Then I…
…Shall know that I am walking still…..with Guidance on my side.

And if as the seasons rises and falls
I feel the pain of falling leaves
And stems that break in storms and troubles and dissolution and distress…
And then the softness of deep shadows folding,
Folding…
…And folding around my soul and spirit…so weak

And if in the changing phases of man’s life
I fall sick and in misery and my wrist seem broken and my heart seems dead and strength is gone and my life is only a leavings of life…
Then I….
…Shall know that I have indeed lived to witness the divine truth…
Karma has been a faithful friend
Time…a trusted ally
The Grace of God…the ultimate gift of breath…
Then I shall sing praises unto high and smile
As I watch and count  my last breath tick tock me away  into eternal silence…….

 

 

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COITUS PRELUDE

A’las, we were alone

Two love-birds

Looking into each other’s eye

Across our embrace

Hearts beating

Temperatures rising

Breathe rate inclining

Pulse rate elivating…

Eyes ablaze with faith and anticipation

Bodies lost in sweetness akin to ripe mangoes…

Then suddenly – there came a flash of dilenma…

…A momentarily battle…

Between the heart and the mind

Between perception and deception

Between curiosity and anxiety

Between biology and theology

Between consciousness and unconsciousness…

The heart tells us to proceed to coitus

The mind reminds us of morality

What do we do?

To be…

Or Not

To be…

That is the question!!!

But the heart’s rhythmic beating spoke louder than the mind

The mind’s remedy couldn’t cure us of the love potion we swallowed

The mind failed

The heart took control…

Gently,

Carefully,

Surgically,

Scientifically…

We danced to the captive music of that sensual seizure…???