Infinity

When the designated end is lost,
A simple vagary misplaced,
Beginnings begin, and
Endings end, in between.

At the last of the light,
Of the true, thin, black line-
Between is's(and "is not"'s)-
Yet another start.

Emotions

Are we meant to cry
Just as we laugh- easily,
And so well?

Breathtaking, it reaches
Our very core- we shake,
Possessed, are gone
By trajectory of thought;
We close our eyes, our ears
So caught, redhanded-
The art of living.

Only in dreams, though,
Have I trembled in such sorrow.

Life- we lift so high, then plummet
To grow our wings
Until, at last, we barely recall
Just when we're due to fall.

Mixing of Ideals

If only miracles occured
To save, and just for love.

Battlefields die, yet empty
Of ghosts present and past;
Hospitals, too- but still full
Of not dying, not waiting-
A maze of emergency rooms
Where small sufferings rarely end.

Reach further,
Beyond words, colors, and sounds.
Reach further, Beyond,
And any old Evil becomes good.

The Knitted

I smile upon this-
A simple hour, so blessed
With the infinite mysteries...
In certainty, of course!

Each stitch- a narrow room
Full of chatter and light,
Written books, even,
Meant for the smallest soul.

Here is the art of possible,
Pounding away at impossible
To nearly frayed thread.

I piece so many-
Little up-wind, down-wind,
Crevices of barely-shadow.
They open and close-for me-
In infinite variation.

The Universe, Today.

It exists, strong and lasting-
A yarn of simple years,
With me as love began,
Still with me.

We were once tied-
(To God Himself)
Now merely ourselves,
Our souls are so tangled,
Frayed by the time.

I hold it in my hands,
Firmly, yet so light.
It frays so little today.

Healing Mantra

I shall purge myself of all things by immersing myself completely in their beauty.
I shall clear myself of all thoughts by letting them fill me, one at a time, until they all strain and purify.
I shall purify my tabula rasa by filling it and letting all pass from it gently.
I shall speak by listening and filling my actions with sincerity.
I shall be free by exiling my desires where they may be one with the world.
I shall be timeless by immersing myself in time and passing with it.
I shall think and be thoughtful by setting my obligations free.
I shall spare the life of my obligations by giving them freedom.
I shall fulfill my obligations by befriending the life of the mind.

In this, I shall be whole.

Dear World,

Note that I feel shame, for
Finding,
Seeking,
Looking on- just for Beyond,
Which I strive for.

Pen after pen,
Notion after notion-
Taken from an endlessness,
It becomes mine, somehow.

Soon, this shall be mine,
So very mine.
You will not be mad,
So very mad.

For now, I am my cage.
You are your cage.
I'm not yours, AND
You're not mine.
Yet. If ever. With love.