1

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Belly full of sky
Gulps even cloud-clods moving
The lake water still

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(what is full will be content and still and will be a mirror reflecting the exact)

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2

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The autumn, an end,

Preamble to a new journey,

The colours, more cycles.

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(autumn is a metaphor showing end .. it is also a harbinger  .. following by the calmness of winter.. then the colour  bursting spring)

3

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Over the parched land

The summer wind howls, only

Flaked skin in tail

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(Flaked skin – skin of Mother Earth – dust, a parched land needs water.. a troubled situation need calmness/quietude to settle down with it)

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4

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bet’n the birth and death

life flows carrying murky silt

curling uncurling

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(silt is actually very fertile — yes, all experiences accumulate such fertile wisdom within us all along our life.. whether we are aware of it or not.. whether the experiences are good or bad)
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5

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River of thoughts

Behind it flows a song continual

Who is this third one?

 

(Note : Few days back I was actually doing something concentrating on what I was doing. And the though process was about the plus and minus of what I was doing. But there was a song continuously going on behind all those thoughts, which I have not heard recently at all. I am not sure how it happened. But the whole day I was listening to it. Now my question is who is this third who was watching these two parallel processes going on…? I am not simply exaggerating this. Just before sleep I was asking this same question to myself and hence this poem )

 

6

 

The birth and death

Empty are these two ends

Which is heavier?

 

 

Sarala