Tykal

 

 

Discarded Orange-Half

 

 

Peeled

of localized attention

we sense the element

space has been using

to stuff itself ever since

the beginning of time,

 

a single cloak

of mighty oak shade

offering

morsels of coolness

in the field deserted

even by vultures,

scorched dry

by blazing

flames of sun.

 

- Tykal

 

 

Hope Induced Lovestorm

 

 

hopes, arrows aflame

aimed directly at the future, tomorrow

like that lifelong love of the past

whom I could never gather the words

to confess my feelings for,

there will always be

someone waiting for you, a statue,

a faceless, ageless child

centered at the equator of my heart

welcoming you,

with all the bounties due divinity,

into the world where at last

I may sing you a song of love

and place my ever-ready soul

in your secret placeless unity,

just now, the breath of today

waxing and waning

in time with ocean's surging voice

of perpetual motion,

dancing leaves, simple, intricate,

delicate, fleeting, precious leaves

whirled through the seasons

by the sporadic, jokester winds

exhaled from the mouth of existence,

whirled round that transcendant

trunk of stillness, the only one

left standing upright and majestic

after death's hurricane sweeps

the body of everything belief-less...

 

 

Secrecy Known

 

 

The smallest of things

encases

the largest of secrets.

The seed knows how

to become a tree

but also knows it must die

before this can happen.

 

As does the caterpillar.

Form

in a continual shedding

of itself

to acquire the beauty

of yet another.

And the poor human heart,

bound

with the most arresting,

conscious of longings,

dimly aware

as if shielded

by a silk-screen of mist

that the soul of everything

patiently awaits

its final burst of color

on life’s canvas,

like the warm, moist air

hanging

over

the virgin

soil of spring.

then all that’s left,

the patience of drying...

 

Tykal

 

 

Universal Seed

 

 

morning dawns

as a seed opens

and blossoms into the air,

becomes aware

of its flower-nature,

and from then on

all of life is a sweet breath

enthralled by

and ultimately succumbed to

the winds of time -

the relation

between body and spirit ripens

and we too open,

blossom into love,

become aware

of our universal-divine-nature,

and from then on

all of life is a vast

ocean of experience,

and we just a gathering of waves

enchanted by

and ultimately surrendered to

the dreamer of separation...

 

Tykal

 

 

 

 

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