If I were to roam
the streets of
of my life ..again
This time .....around
when we meet ..
I would hold ... not you
but your soul
...the sublime
part of your own ... self
that fills you
and all that
emerges......
in your pain
and sorrow
in your happiness
and ecstasy
memories that have passed by
and aged like wine
your eyes
of all that is remembered
the eyes .....remain
and they.. i know
wont go away
..soon
or may be.. they would never
and are here
to stay ....
They are not two
but one , .... no
you don't seem to know it
as of now
not that you cant
or you never will
Ah yes , the soul!
i would want to hold it
if i were to roam
the streets.... of...... life
For when , nothing ...
is seen
when nothing is heard
...it...is felt
between the words
as the space
as nothing....really ... !
and nothingness is known
i have seen it
and beyond
Indeed it is
the beyondness
in which you live
as you have
always ....
and it is here I would
stop all my movements
and even the breath
and the heartbeat .. if need be
become a caterpillar
again
With the eye ... wide open
I would be on my knees
as if ..
I would extend my arms
and
with my eye in yours
in silence ...bloom..
out of the cocoon
you would listen to a voice
saying
in the name of the wings ....
...Alms please ......
.........................................
Bhiksha
