Horizon's gossip

 Out here I'm out of the queues
I am no longer comparing myself
I love bus stop
I love the sun warmed curve

On this high hill looking over the land
Praying the bus never comes
observing the single isolated trees 
How they perforate the sky's horizon

Out here the sky seems bigger
it's holding a conversations with me
It gossips with my personal future
Leaving me out of the details completely

So I sit here on the warm curb
The bus hasn't come in days
And here there is no night
Passing cloud sustains me

The sun itself keeps me company
I could live this life forever
Just observing the horizon
Showing gratitude for simple continuance

Royal bedchambers

 golden floor
The bed takes up most of the room
Tis a space for making love
Curtains and lanterns
Two bodies

Under sheets
serpents in the water
Heat and movement
whining and wrything
Royal nest

Soon to be offspring
crawling up the fancy scuplted bed posts
Like nocturnal jungle creepers

Letting yourself go

 Gloomy face
Hypochondriac
Office dread
deadlines present blades

Productivity
Collaboration turns to calamity
Competition and flattery
Fraudulent behavior

Seeking a solid career
Impatience annoyance
Short tempered living room
Home office nausea

Sweaty repugnance
flush after flush
A call with the boss
He loves puns and ambiguity

The kind that keeps you reaching for a new job somewhere else... 

It is the path

 I wander on and off the path
I get to understand my edges
The smooth and the jagged
I trip up and fall in the brush
The path swerves left and right
Dark and light

I tend to get lost
Wild animals stalk
I struggle to make out the path
The safe gravel trail through 
this dangerous wilderness

Yet off the track I find enlightenment as well
Far from the embrace of the known
Then returning to it blesses me
I leave it whenever I hear a creek

I follow the sound of water and go to drink
I don't simply drink I bathe and give praise
I awaken and return to the way with strength

I find lost people further from the road
They tell me how good things are in the wilderness

I offer them remedies before leaving, they don't follow.

Sewing comfort

Sewing from wool
Slowly becoming a scarf
Threading through 
Creating something warm
To settle around the neck

Winter asks for it
The cold scorns
manifest comfort
warmth is a vibration

The source of all heat

 The gas bottle emptied.
The oven element puffed out.
Meat still raw
lunch uncooked

So I cut salad 
Side dishes and attempts at self knowledge
I attach the new gas bottle
The smell blows up before I can tighten it

Oven goes back on
pots start steaming up again
The timer bleeps
I can eat my understanding

Shiva lingam

 Thrown fire
Capturing and taking the temple
Fire tying itself to the walls
A carbonized sign left inside the wall
River side mystery
Peasants collect water and throw it
Something in the undergrowth of the bank
Through the flash flood

Washing through cities
Rains monsoon in nature drive over 
Enabling full blown chaos
Every catastrophe
gatherings of wandering reptiles
Finding their recesses
Whispering the rumours
Of more future chaos

The fire looms on buildings above the land
The land is choked under water
Shiva appearing in the steam between
Rudra rising bursting over the city
A deafening siren
The third eye rises
Bhairava humidity
Each form of the Ugra roopa