Filed under: destiny, growth, happiness, religion | Tags: couple, English, Ganesh, Indian, love, magenta, peridot, wedding
English at an Indian
Wedding, sitting in
The crowd among
The drums and
Auspices like weeds
Among the cultivated
Saries with their
Yellow and magenta
Blue topaz and
Peridot sheen.
Looking on Indians,
At home in their religion.
At One with
Whatever it is that
Made them.
The English hope It made them too,
When they come to looking
In the dusty files labelled
Wedding, funeral, birth.
God and gods and people and family weave
Together and in this
Web, the couple
Catch the tricks
They need,
Sharing the cords,
Keeping them taught
With Love,
The remover of all obtacles,
Ganesh.
Filed under: control, destiny, earth, growth | Tags: planned, tree, worry
To worry is to predict shoots
On a sapling
No tree can be planned,
No sprout withdrawn,
Only cropped.
Filed under: crystals, destiny, earth, healing, health, hope, intuition, minerals | Tags: citrine, core, earth, powerful, ring, rock, trone
Ring scratched me
Ring chose me
Ring rang bright
When I put it on-
True it rang,
With the truth of light
Filtered through fathomless
Aeons before molten bronze.
‘It’s a very powerful stone’, she said,
It knew me before I new it
It called me to it,
Its point, set in silver, dangled sharp
And chipped top finger flesh,
Exposing backstage blood and raw; but
Flesh flapped back and sealed beneath the ring-
A rock called citrine, post-card from Earth’s core.
Filed under: control, destiny, health, willpower | Tags: days, fates, queue, state, tomorrow
The days ahead seem far
Off, even the one tomorrow,
What state will be then and
The states between
Are unknowables-
To what extent can I steer
These fates,
Extend my will into the Ether
That immediately surrounds these
Hours, stacked up, a
Queue of dominos?
