MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Be Who You Are’

mediocre life
from job to bed
selling your soul
raise the bar

load a camel
cross a desert
refuge in an oasis
who needs a car

fragrant spices
lamps and oils
awaiting at an
exotic bazaar

coins and trinkets
for a rainy day
collected and stored
in a glass jar

find your guru
under the bodhi tree
who do you think
you are

search on google
still not sure
sit in meditation
go beyond far

a chair or a bed
get inside your head
undergo an operation
without any scar

kundalini rising
if you have no clue
do your research
it’s rather bizarre

convincing as real
conscious energy
is what we are
god and a superstar

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Poem ‘Be Who You Are’ read by the author.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Serene Land’

vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground

snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut

below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds

touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light

the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be

days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink

loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters

roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep

Serene land read by the author