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July 13, 2007
Meditation
Lying still and minding my breathe
Soft music trying to carry me
A thought slips in with anxious stealth
From behind some cluttered corner
That I probably should have cleared
In some past life
Stretching my restless limbs to their greatest length
Letting go and breathing with a deep conviction
I once again lay with silent meaning
Thinking that I must not think
Meditation is about to lay upon my perpetual soul
Where is that empty space
Somewhere between my eyes and infinity
Maybe in the realm of a dream
Or the back of a dark forgotten room
Probably just in front of me
Where I cannot seem to look
Here is the latest CD
It will surely take you to the deepest state
Where all the monks go on their coffee breaks
A nirvana like no other
Dressed in pink and gold light
Desiring with such need to be there
My motionless body forms a connection
In a timeless, vast place
A fluttering noise, a vibration murmurs
Jolting me back to earth
Only to recognize the sound of my own muttered snore
Still, a relief sets in
And the elusive rest has surely reached me in it’s own way…
For now
Posted by kay at 03:47 AM | Comments (0)
July 09, 2007
Rain in Houston
Strange moody energy hangs
As if somehow contained in a box.
Sweet smells drift in the distant air
As clouds form in heavy gray hues
Changing with subtle darkness
Hair flies suspended
And rare full skirts have their Marilyn Monroe moment
When women run in wobbly high heels
Men swiftly walk in rubber flip-flops
That really want to fall off
Heavy droplets fall sporadic
Splash dancing on hot, steaming pavement
Forming a perfect rhythm
Like a giant shower head turned on
Heavy water streams in sideways
Drifting across the already swollen streets
Cars seem to float
Moving as if they have a mind of their own
Some realize that they have gone too far
And begin to disappear halfway
Wet conversations speak of predictions…
“I heard that Shepard and Richmond are flooded…
But, it should clear up soon”
Heads turn to the window to stare out
While umbrellas drip on the floor and fall over
Everyone adjusts to the moisture
Like dogs that shake when they are too wet
We all wait for the chance to go home
Posted by kay at 03:12 PM | Comments (0)