Tenderness

Don’t let them touch you there.
Not in that fashion.
You are not a tree stuck in their path.
Or a lump of coal by the fire.
To warm them on chilly nights in their frozen situations.
Devoid of obligations.
They must show us some tenderness.
A little honey with the bitter.
They should not lay their fingers over.
The precious gold, the spotless soul.
Who knows when they washed those hands last in holy water.
Who knows where those thumbs have been.
You are not pulp of a fiction with crumbled pages.
But a silky bible with a sacred taste.
Smelling as divine as Jesus’s spine.
All words of resurrecting what’s dead.
If they tried a little tenderness.
These doors would open.
To a chamber splashed a gaudy red.
And we would pray together, incomplete forever.
Cherishing what we found.

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Glorification of inadequacy

I’ve seen them pray in you exaltation.
Lighting candles for us to follow.
But what did you expect from the rest.
I’m doing my best.
Treading water in the heavenly sorrow.
Amen, until tomorrow.

Sad salvation swell

Glory begun, tripping the day to night.
Shaking the flesh until it falls.
Sarcastic smiles wiped across the room.
You walk like a cat.
You suffer like a canary.
Stuck in the mouth of life.
Who picked you up, who spat you out?
Erasing the memories and the extra lives.
Golden ages fade.
Like thumbed pages, dirtied by the pace of life.
Loaned and lent to others, heavy like a bible.
Your cathedral heart begins to crumble.
Shattering your stained glass eyes that never reflect.
The pain they witness, and the disrespect.
So return to that quiet spot, there by the ocean.
Where daylilies flutter in the sea breeze.
There, by the shore; safe from drowning.
To pick your bones out of the devil’s teeth.
A little prayer, to pick you up.
And save you from yourself again.

Everything (सर्वेषां स्वस्तिर्भवतु ।)

When the world wind weeps around you.
May the universe dry your eyes.
And happiness make you smile once more.
Sarvesham Svastir Bhavatu.
I cannot keep you safe from the conflict.
Or the wars within you.
But I offer you peace, from that of which I’ve known.
Sarveśām Shāntir Bhavatu.
You are taken from the mountain,.
You come in pieces.
And I too. But together we are more than less.
Sarveśām Pūrnam Bhavatu.
And if you fall, I will not catch you.
I will watch as you rise again.
And applaud your strength, with an outstretched heart.
Sarveśām Maṇgalam Bhavatu.

ADIEU

Shuffling off this mortal coil.
After years of strife and toil.
Turns my sight towards the sky.
And spit in Satan’s salty eye.
For though I’m old and known to break.
With bones of chalk that tend to ache.
I know the spin of a moral compass.
And what is true within each one of us.
For Satan tried to grab my soul one day.
When I was down on my knees to pray.
And promised heaven and all the earth.
If I would part with what I’ve had since birth.
But I knew that cunning devil.
Was not true, or on the level.
And would leave me lost and doomed.
When the horsemen rode to their apocalyptic tune.
So though he lured and tried to test.
Reach within and corrupt the best.
I fall into the unknown whole.
With my heart intact, and with my soul.