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