the silence, the emptiness
caressing the mind
here and there random
thought form, impulse
a wave of bliss
passing through
softly
alertness one moment
close to sleep the next
stillness unmoved
just the slow breath
lifting the ribs
feeling of nothingness
connected to the whole
falling
inside an eruption
fire flowing
in a stream
no resistance
freedom
instead
eternity since
the doors opened
still waiting at the sill
shivering I
to enter or to run
hide or reach within
pull on all the strengths
walk through
into the unknown
vulnerable
trusting in the good
the magic unfolds
at times glimpses
of infinity and love
preserving them
a desired skill
more than not
there are moments
defining the past
and fears that scream
into the future
a new chapter
every day
an opportunity
to transform
oneself
into love
awaits
recording of the above poem read by the author
free of boundaries
there is no limit to
what can be achieved
in unexpected
situations
hovering above our head
aircraft of uneven shape
soldiers of the stars
landing on earth
ungrounded
unrelated scattered
yet emerging from the one
mind
personal attack on
existence
unite in solitude
resolute and wild
unmoved unshaken
staying true
to the one
heart
love the haters
all they ask is
more compassion
gratitude and love
accept them
gently
disarmed
recording of the above poem read by the author
clean sheet of screen paper
fingers ready to type
the phone makes a sound
distracted and curious
who is on the other side
just have a quick look
…
one thing leads to another
a few hours later
finally back to typing
now all prepared
the muse is late
…
waiting waiting waiting
patiently for her arrival
in the meantime
thoughts about food enter
…
here come hunger pangs
or perhaps just peckish
no space for poetry
inside an empty mind
…
peek into the fridge
not much choice
where is the muse
maybe stuck in traffic
…
banana an energy boost
maybe it will inspire
the phone rings
lengthy discussion about nothing
…
back to the writing screen
where is the muse so long
when one needs her most
what has happened to her
…
put on some smooth tunes
that will help for sure
falling into meditation
memories come and go
…
an hour later awakened
from retro emotional trip
when the music finished
startled by cheesy voice in ads
…
muse still nowhere to be seen
must have slept in
best to think in positives
she will come again
…
until that moment though
there is not much one can do
other than
to write
nevertheless
