Target

Eye and eye
in the elusive
all-encompassing
embrace,
there is no stand, no outer circle
no background
no ground for feet
no hand or finger
no feathered arrow
no biting tip
just eye and eye
that gets tip to target
the here to there of our lives
where end-point has many names
but the journey has one:
meditation.

[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]

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Read, reader

Read, reader
as you will 
for these words
mine for now,
were mined from a coinage 
of elusive inspiration;
read, reader
as you will
for my ignorant pickings 
did not stop word-river
my inarticulate dam
was helpless in inevitable spills;
read, reader
for that which is mine
is now yours,
to keep or throw
in ignorance or enlightenment. 

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Old Man Ocean

It giveth, it taketh
from its depths we came
and into its depths
as dust or ash we go
in its every drop is a history
lives that were and those that are
and in this time of going and gone
of sweep and search
our primordial sorrows rise and fall
roar and crash
in pitiful and pitiless echo
of abundance 
of poverty
in and out of brine,
with and without tear.

 

[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]

 

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