A few poems from
“The High”

Keep Watch!

See the reflection on the lake below!
That’s me; here for a while and staying for long.
Bearing witness to all the changes,
evolving one after another, like lotuses
towering High from the warm, murky water.

I will see you coming and going
through my windows,
not even notice my presence.
Your eyes, with intense admiration,
focus on the newcomers.

Some will be tall and High;
others wide and shiny.
But I remain slim and tiny,
You pay me no mind.

            Keep Watch!
My beauty shall forever
engraved on your mind.

Oneness

From diverse corners of the world,
we come. Very different as we may be,
up High, between the Line’ –
we meander through emotions
and enter the field of Oneness.

            In a New York moment,
we relish the experience,
here, too, we find Bliss.

My Shadow

Passing through, I left
my shadow on the wall.
When you come by,
though I won’t be there,
you may say hello.
I am sure my shadow
will hear your echo.
In our invisible, silent moment,
we shall be united in The High.

            Have a good time!

            Have a good time!

One Little Bird

Somewhere on the Line
one little bird with piercing eyes,
High beneath the sky,
sees berries, and that’s no lie.
She looks straight into them,
and goes for her prize.
A moment later, ate
them all then flew to the sky.

         
What a treat,
I had been there,
to see her feast.

Lover’s Blues

On one of these early evening hours,
I came upon an admirable occurrence.
One, at first, you might think of
as the quintessential union of souls,
melting into each other.

A sight of majestic posture
of extremities intertwined
in a reassured gesture as
in Michael Angelo’s
sculpture, draped in the
invisible cloak of the blue sky.

An ambiance so enticing
I had become a committed
observer, if not an admirer,
wishing to be in that moment.

Then, through the eye of my camera,
New revelations: Hidden nuances
within an intense gaze evoke
an aura seemingly of mistaken identity.

Suddenly, the naked truth,
So perfectly infused with the blue sky,
Lovers’ Blues, hovering above
that crossover bridge – just as blue.
So saturated, visibility is zero.
Then, all colorful passions
froze between the Line’.

My World

So spacious is my world
I could ascend to the clouds
as if they were mine.
Up above the streets,
I make bridges for my friends
to walk over. I place them
up so High that the cars
could go under.

From that immense perspective
one and all find a place
of their very own.