The Son of Eternity
Touch the wet air freshened by the raindrops of
the day
And feel the silence frozen by moment’s eternity
Oh! Moment! The son of eternity!
I wish I had written this poem on the sky with clouds
And kissed you on the Moon
Oh! Eternity dancing on my hands
And the glory of time I drink!
All the currencies that the world has got
All the money they make
I will give you all and in a cash transaction
Can you bring back the days and nights
That I drunk in Athena or Babylon?
Or the scarlet kisses that went floating
As a procession of relaxed stars on the river of time!
You can’t-so for God’s sake
Don’t tell me to worship your money-god
The bastard son of human time!
Let me be as though I do not exist in your world!
Time has its geography
Overcoming means eternity
What you may not grasp
For you measured your life
In rolled up dirty notes of dollars
When I feel when I kiss and when I sing
And when I hold the universe in my heart
I am way beyond your filthy touch
And I reign as the son of eternity
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Goes By My Boat
All alone on a boat on the silence-kissed sea
Eyes could see no end all around
And sparkling sun shine sparkles on the blue surface of watery waves
I go by-goes by my boat dancing on the peaks of the waves
I go by-goes by my boat facing the endless blue sky
I feel the touch of the wet wind
With the silky dress of sun light on them
My fingers play with the naughty wind
Surrounded by the lazily flying seagulls
And I breathe the wholeness that surrounds me
I see things and more than that
I feel things and more than that
I touch things and more than that
All alone on my boat on the silence-kissed sea
And there’s tranquillity standing still as my muse
It seems as if two blue walls
Facing each other silent and soft
Getting ready to talk?
One is the sea and the other the sky
One end of the planet
The other beginning of eternity
In between goes by my boat
All alone on the silence-kissed sea
With the things that I see
With the things that I dream
With the sorrows that I bear
With the joys that I gather
With the visions that I touch
With the tiny but brave waves that I make
On the silence-kissed sea
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Ohie and Saahie
Ohie and Saahie
There they are
Right in the middle
Right in the middle
Of my little rainbow heart
Ohie is smart
Saahie is too
Yet as much of themselves
As it could be
Very very special
And they live
And they live
Right in the middle
Right in the middle
Of my little rainbow heart
Ohie is the music
And Saahie is the colours
Of that little rainbow heart
That I call mine
That is wrapped in dreams
That is wrapped in dreams
Of my Ohie and Saahie
Of my Ohie and of my Saahie
Their butterfly smiles
Their symphonies of laughter
And their tiny little sounds
Of their tiny little feet
They are melodies mine
They are melodies mine
Which make me go
Which make me go
All the way up
All the way down
All the little times
And all the big times
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The Deepening Blues
Stepping forward
One two three
And pause? No pause
Always horizon's deepening its blues
No pause no rest
Stepping forward
Catching the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
The travel
Lonely and silent
As the deepest night's heart-yard is
No witness but you
No crowd but you
No sounds but affects
And affects are blues
And they are thorny
And stepping forward
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
Sounds and society
Faces and occasions
Praise and critics' cool knife
Leaving them aside
A traffic-lonely traffic to go
And no co-traveller with you
And stepping forward
And facing the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues
You have been left
At the monstrous loneliness
And you cry for mate
And ask yourself why have you been left alone
And still you have to go on
And life from birth to the end
Bleeding and always
A knife's chopping your essence
And stepping forward
And ruthlessness fights you
Terrifying ruthlessness
Darkens these zones that you light up
And crying and stepping forward
Facing the deepening blues
One two three
One two three
One two three
Always horizon's deepening its blues.
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Touch the Heart Touch the heart
Red and young
Underneath
Touch the heart
Warm and live
Underneath
Touch the heart
Lovely and musical
Underneath
Touch the heart
Where
Beatings Create roses of love
Red blood
Flowing
As river of emotions for life
Underneath
Touch the heart
Where human blossoms
Where things are deep
Underneath
Touch the heart
That is beating life
And singing love and for life
Underneath
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Autumn Leaves
Meaningful
Blended yellow cream
In golden coffee colour silk
And the red rose
In red touchy velvet
Together they shine
Like the heaven on luminous fire-flowers
The autumn leaves
The autumn leaves
Meaningful
At the end of the point of extinction
Sad or could be construed as tragic
Yet I with wonder-stoned eyes stare
And speechless heart and ears I listen
I listen to their melody of meaning
Falling by the gentle wind
Fulfilled the term and duties due
Earned the meaning
Achieved the glory
The autumn leaves
Meaningfully fall
Cheerfully they sing the songs
Of the heaven on luminous fire-flowers
I listen to the falling rain
Of their melodic musing
Autumn leaves and their songs
Meaningfully fall
Before my soul
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The Onion Round and Brown
The disciple sits beside his teacher
Under the time beaten tree
And waits for the apples
That he calls knowledge
He waits for the apples
That do not fall
“Here, take the onion, my son!”
The teacher said with a deep rooted voice
“Go home my child!
This is your life!”
“This brown and round thing!
A roughly made sphere
And as dry as a stone
Carrying the sounds of deserts!”
The disciple looks at it
Covering it with his disbelief as a wrapper!
“An onion round and brown!
This cannot be life!
Life cannot be brown and round!
Dry as deserts
Carrying the sounds of dead leaves and rocks!
Life cannot be a hurriedly made ball!”
The disciple thought
The disciple walks with a dry and shrunk heart
His disappointed hand holds
The onion that is brown and round
He looks with a puzzle in his throat
He wonders and begins to peel
Peel the brown skin
And saw a silver sparkling all the way round
Soft and tangy that radiates a smell
Does not look as though that is life
The disciple thought
“An onion silver and round!
Could it be a mixture of silver and green?
Layer upon layer the onion goes
It goes deeper and deeper
As though he was digging an archaeological site!
This cannot be life!”
The disciple thought
He peeled and he peeled until he reached the end!
Where is the life he was looking?
Where is the onion he was peeling?
Where is the onion round and brown?
Where is the life that was like the onion?
The disciple thought
Then he turned round like a boomerang
Angry as a violated snake
He walked back towards his teacher
He wanted to ask him all these questions
He had no rights to misguide him like that!
The disciple thought
You said the onion was like life
There was no life in that brown round thing
There is no onion either after I peeled it
What is the onion? And where was it then?
And the final question is this: where is the life
You told me like the onion!
The angry disciple stopped
My son! Anger is not good
Not very good for your health
We’ll talk when you had little rest
Let’s go for a walk by the river
Recite me a poem my son!
Or sing a song little song
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