Take back your tears and forgo the last mystery
of those memories of sea salt and saliva
conjured in amber and sealed in the history
of continents and centuries of jiva.
Herein seek birth beyond the solar winds,
beyond what words can tarnish and can time efface –
substance seeking sustenance offends
the light the giver gives beyond embrace.
Sleep your sleep, send silence surging past
the ears that trickle round the cochlear.
Still ganglia and neuron firing fast
but sense nonsense that scents the seeking seer.
If in this moment if you cannot intuit,
in tears and torrents well then, welcome to it.
Author notes
Jiva - From the Sanskrit, meaning that essence of being that survives physical death.
A contest entry
- Off the Beaten Path by Shattered Remains.
600 points, ended October 17, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is beautiful.
You are so wise and so strong, an inspiration.
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Very nice, very very nice.. Thank you for entering.. I loved the read
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