(10) Driving Despair
when you are finally tired
of all your excuses
and false attributions
and your comfort zone
begins to leave you restless
and the world you thought
you'd kept outside
finds ways to dig
its shards of broken pain
into your skin--
then, and only then,
will your languished muscles
and your vocal cords
finally be shaken awake
(11) Haiku for Odd Hours
Ely is tired
time has now snuck past midnight
there is no nature
(12) Shanti of the Water
As a River,
from one to many
and many to one,
each source a little spring--
simply different faces
manifestations:
this is the oneness,
this is the uniqueness.
Rivers empty into oceans,
lose their identities,
and become.
*a 'found poem' (snippets from a lecture from a Hindu speaker)
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