postcoital

after the lovemaking is over
she may avoid your eyes
and act as though that abandoned creature,
whose body crushed those petals
on the bed, had been a different woman...

then, making yourselves comfortable
upon rugs and cushions
spread out on the terrace
in the moonlight,
you may enjoy each other's company.

Let her lie in your lap
with her face turned up to the moon;
point out Polaris and the Morning Star,
the Great Bear and his seven rishis,
and tell her all the stories of the night sky.

- the Kama Sutra

a stick

a stick floats on the waves
of the sea

so does a swimmer

it is the swimmer
that the sea loves to bear
for he has sensed its depths

-Sathya Sai Baba

Soul

Saints explain that the soul is a drop of the Divine Ocean
Separated from her source
she has become caught in the net of illusion
and has taken the mind as her companion

The mind
however
is in the grip of the senses
and dances to their tune

Whatever it does under their influences
the soul has also to reap the consequences

- Maharaj Charan Singh, Spiritual Discourses, 1995

Centrum

I ever drink out of your eyes
firmly respect the days
guess not the whirling leaves
falling to burry you laid down in the haze

that was: the sun laying
burns the grass in dying
as lonely sky breathing
draughty song is blowing

and when the bell rang
it was you home, I’d thought.
soon I opened the door:
it seems
just a fuzzy wind blew


[translated from: sumber, wing karjo's selembar daun, 1974]

a note paper piece torn over bookshelf of war devastated Iraqi country boy

in the midst of chaos and uncertainties
of the future
I spent my hungry purse out
My tiny cents starved to bought this book (a copy version, though..)

forsake of empower me
and be the tools
of my future machine

[totodigi - june 6th, 2000]