Hungry for Life!

you know that feeling
when you wake up
some mornings,
with an empty mind
looking into
an empty sky
impossible to be contained
by a line of blue?
yes, that's how
I want to wake up
to every moment,
hungry
for life!

Imprisoned

locked in
by stone
walls
and iron
bars
that won't
give
dissolve
or bend;
trapped
in
straightjacket
reality,
fossilized
opinions,
choked
by eons
of toxic beliefs;
free spirits
screaming
to be let out,
to roam wild,
for they know
how to live
and die
free.

Walls

walls.
they are everywhere.
fortresses.
of fear.
boundaries.
of love.
walls.
bind us to the other.
remind us of what could be.
yet, there are spaces
where walls
can set us free.
if only we look
above. or beneath.
to dig like a mole,
or grow wings like a dove,
to look beyond walls
that hold us
from love.

Wildflower

I don't want to be
a flashy sunflower
in a field of gold, 
a flowing orchid
or a sunset rose,
I want to be
a quiet wildflower
by a mountain trail,
who waits for eternity
for a heart with grace.

Flavours of Love

a heart burns up
with the orange sky,
strings tug inside
when a dear friend cries,
eyes awash with notes
which engulf the very core,
words swallowed in silence -
they choose to speak no more,
a koel's call explodes
into the quiet of a dreamy morn,
the melting voice of a loved one
wraps me in chocolatey warmth,
the tiny green sprouts
peek out from the brown loam,
the guttural laughter of my son
being completely himself, at home,
the anchored emptiness
of being with a burning flame,
the sound of water flowing
slowly, through a decrepit drain;
all flavours of love.
limitless. free.
why hold on to only one,
when there are so many to feel?
why look for hidden reasons
when there are different flavours,
for different seasons?

My Shell

I love my little world
my shell -
my go-to place
when I want some quiet,
to reflect, renew,
rejuvenate,
and realign
with the magical flow
of the divine.
It is not a place
where I want to hide,
from the glare and din
of a sultry day outside,
but a space to feel
and love myself,
for who I am,
and who I want to be.
 

Free Spirit

a gilded bird
tears through
the crinkled silk,
setting fire
to the path
it seeks.

Love begins with me

no doors
no walls
to be locked in
safe inside;
no windows
no curtains
to open out
or hide;
no thoughts
no dreams
to juggle the mind
or tear the heart;
just a little place
somewhere
deep inside,
to be naked
to be free,
love begins
with me.