Dance of words

it is a complicated art of romance
between words in a sentence
like smaller moves in a dance
or listening to music in a trance


arranging the words like a composition
taking small steps each in juxtaposition
the smaller utopias when they start making some sense
the stories emerge out of these forests that are so dense

Micro-organisms

The smaller parts of life
enlarged in a microscope
feeling like ants from higher above
are ants visible at all?


engulfing the self and the objects around
becoming larger organisms
being all in one and one in all
in a spasmodic mechanism


decimation of thoughts and feelings
in the sweetness of silence
losing space outside and within
making every man an island

Suspension

Am I seeing a copy of me
or is it my reflection in the mirror
walking down on a sunny road
with shadows on the walls
or is it a different person altogether

living a life even when I sleep
is it really an altered me?
is there in us a virtual universe
a virtual reality, which someday I could traverse

with a black side and a white
I live in the dark and the light
is there a wrong and a right
It seems like a wrong fight

Is the brightness blinding my eyes
and the darkness showing the light

I live suspended
between my body and the thoughts in my head...

Hymn to Isis

For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

discovered in Nag Hammadi, 1947

First published in eleven minutes by Paulo Coelho

Thoughts

the ephemeral thoughts
the transitory self
the changing moods
the seasons as they rain away


with thoughts moving faster than light
can we hold them for a while 
catch them as they pass through us
the genious within to solve the crux


to unleash the beast within
to lower the guard
to revive the animal instinct
and the rules discard