Dhamma Delivers Delight

Breathing in, I see myself as a flower. I am the freshness of a dewdrop. Breathing out, my eyes have become flowers. Please look at me. I am looking with the eyes of love Breathing in, I am a mountain, imperturbable, still, alive, vigorous. Breathing out, I feel solid. The waves of emotion can never […]

via I am a Flower, I am a Mountain — Bite-size Dhamma

Another From Yasmin at Yaskhan: thanks, Yassy!

I have not given up the courage to dream and yet, I have succumbed to the confines of fate.. I surrender to the fragility of life’s marrow to keep the continuity of ignition. The pen is my compass I sharpen my quill On my heart’s edge. Raw, organic, potent, filaments lines tumbling across oceans, seas, […]

via my moment of incarnation — yaskhan

“Do I Get To Read Your E-Book?”

What about my own

dull eye and stagnant wit

that you seek me out?

Culling your work haunts

me still – I hear those small voices

“why must I go to the gutter go?”

Each if not a gem then a kashmir coat

And forced me to beg for its very place in line.*

 

*(a friend asks me to suggest a dozen or so works for a potential e-release, a book if you wioll, and I waded through a WordPress-full of works – by no means a career – fruitlessly finding too few to winnow from the listing to suit a “dirty dozen” worthy of screening and sent instead serried rankings (with little stars in ones and two and threes with one late-found four-star flinging) well past the requested book of months.  Was I that cruel in earlier passages that this task befell me?  Was my listing too daunting?  My pleadings for inclusions too annoying?  I quandaryfy and thus console myself with poppcorned butter sans beer whilst I eye my favorite crocodile with undry eyes.)