Saturday, April 30, 2011
Answer to the question: What am I seeking?
Love.
what else would there be?
but what love do I seek?
love that tears me apart like the wind rips the soft seeds
out of the thistle—
that lifts me, pierces me with raindrops, drags me down into the soil—all for love—
love that is a red jewel in a bed of coals,
that says “come close, soon you will require more than warmth,
you will melt and burn as I do”
love that peels a sweet orange for me and says
“I am the juice that runs down your throat, the flesh crushed between your teeth”
love, sweet ocean, if I were a fish I would name you, if you had a name I would call you,
if I knew what seeking was, I would seek you
what else would there be?
but what love do I seek?
love that tears me apart like the wind rips the soft seeds
out of the thistle—
that lifts me, pierces me with raindrops, drags me down into the soil—all for love—
love that is a red jewel in a bed of coals,
that says “come close, soon you will require more than warmth,
you will melt and burn as I do”
love that peels a sweet orange for me and says
“I am the juice that runs down your throat, the flesh crushed between your teeth”
love, sweet ocean, if I were a fish I would name you, if you had a name I would call you,
if I knew what seeking was, I would seek you
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Answer to the question: Why am I seeking?
There is no why,
there is only the seeking—
as when I encounter a perfect flower,
I fall into it—
not simply because it is beautiful, but from the heartache
of hearing the flower singing
my very own song,
or the closest thing I have found to my song,
and so I want to fall into my love
which now has the perfect face of a flower
there is only the seeking—
as when suddenly a cloud’s frosty edge
circles a pool of blue
touches it like a kiss
and so I want to fall into my love
by becoming that kiss
only the seeking—
as when a dog encounters a plate of food
its whole being trembles
but
it is the joy
that is the real taste
even the dog knows that
for Birinder Bhullar
there is only the seeking—
as when I encounter a perfect flower,
I fall into it—
not simply because it is beautiful, but from the heartache
of hearing the flower singing
my very own song,
or the closest thing I have found to my song,
and so I want to fall into my love
which now has the perfect face of a flower
there is only the seeking—
as when suddenly a cloud’s frosty edge
circles a pool of blue
touches it like a kiss
and so I want to fall into my love
by becoming that kiss
only the seeking—
as when a dog encounters a plate of food
its whole being trembles
but
it is the joy
that is the real taste
even the dog knows that
for Birinder Bhullar
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
waterfall speaks
tell me
troubled water
is the sweetest
tell me
every time
the smooth earth under me
gives way suddenly
to air
when my cry bursts out
from the jagged rocks
like a roar
when I am trapped
breathless
between earth and sky
when my shattered body
falls
tell me
troubled water
is the sweetest
tell me
it was my desire
to fly
troubled water
is the sweetest
tell me
every time
the smooth earth under me
gives way suddenly
to air
when my cry bursts out
from the jagged rocks
like a roar
when I am trapped
breathless
between earth and sky
when my shattered body
falls
tell me
troubled water
is the sweetest
tell me
it was my desire
to fly
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Spring, don't turn
Spring, don't turn
your head again
to Winter
look at me only
Spring, let me burn
your bright wings
free from the charred snow
let me
touch your darkness
with my breath
melt your icy eyes
to mine
look, my love, it is Spring
we have
awakened the sky
look, how passing blue
you are
without clouds
your head again
to Winter
look at me only
Spring, let me burn
your bright wings
free from the charred snow
let me
touch your darkness
with my breath
melt your icy eyes
to mine
look, my love, it is Spring
we have
awakened the sky
look, how passing blue
you are
without clouds