October 8th 2009

afternoon sun pours
through horizontal brown slats
and patterned green glass
giving me verdant textured light
next to slender rectangles
of the outside world
where workers steadily carry brick
walls climb higher,
women move along 
hips sway under loads
balanced perfectly on head
sprouts of vibrant color
in dust filled streets,
children sit in door way
passing time, watching
young man adeptly maneuver
bicycle through rubble,
street dog adjusts himself
in the pile of warm sand
near cube of neatly arranged brick,
jaunty push cart spills with colorful wears,
truck passes with a honk,
solitary peacock glides from roof to tree,
power lines swag from
pole to pole, house to house
smoke rises from incense and cooking
to feed body and soul
I can see all, but no one can see me
through horizontal brown slats
and patterned green glass

summer's end

There is so much beauty in a late summer afternoon
It is a time of so much change
When light
Becomes more than light
Enveloping the earth in newness
Caressing trees and glistening off streams
Like no other season

The light is gold
I want to strip
My clothes
My fetters
And dance in it
Letting the warmth cleanse and purify
Returning back to Eden
Back to perfection
Back to unity
Where love is pure
Where the music of the spirit is loud and clear