This Summer Solstice

I shall not
look at the moon
and sigh
Nor wish upon a
falling star
Nor hope for
a chance meeting
with my twin soul
Nor seek a seer's
foresight ...
Nor pray for a
miracle touch
to heal a scarred soul..

It was till
winter last
I sought such,
Desparately sought
some clues to
the purpose of You
in my life.
Your loving words
healed my broken heart
once.
Would I your broken
spirit heal?
Would mine be the unwavering
hand, held strong .
As your plodded through
this variegated existence?

The predictor whose
every word has stood
the fiery test of time.
Every oracle uttered
has come to pass
He tells me, YOU
will come back
to me someday.
Strangely it evokes not
Joy, only tears and fear
and I plead with him
to retract his words..
Those words were
blessings once
but now are mere "shraps"
The seer gives
an all -knowing- smile
and looks heavenwards
I trudge back
weighed down by the curse
I live this Atlas life
waiting for Hercules
to wander by...

~Kiyo~
(8th May 2001 to 8th May 2007)

The night is tough

The night is tough,
the night is indeed to-u-gh,
the cool breeze through my window
Through the embroidered curtain,
also fails for the trees fail,
the cute little friend,
my pc does not cooperate
for my fingers refuse to ply
on the pure white keyboard,
a timely gift by my uncle,
as sensible people are wont to react
keeping in tune with the times,

The white majestic key-board,
Neatly truncated with black letters,
just as a beautiful white neck,
ornate with black crystal necklace,
is momentarily idle on the table,
the usually roaring beach is calm
and the surrounding trees
are sedate and withhold the branches,
a sadism and cessation to keep
mankind in tantrum,

The night is tough
for only creatitivity and serenity
Pervades and anything pure and good
is tough and uncompromising,
the night is tough,
for there is no uncouth flavor of mundane
distraction and there is no bestial
for there is no man in the house,

The night is not tough,
for my inspirational thoughts
fly back on the wheels
for I am drowsy and fall into sleep.

IN SILENCE

In silence I hear the choir singing

The song of ages. I've learned to listen

As silence mends my soul like

The very Hand of my Savior.

Silence ushers me to the

Gurarded tomb where soldiers

Knew that the crucified One lived--

That the grave could not keep

Him down.

In my quiet time I am healed from

A past where my burden was

Unbearable . In silence I hear "My

Yoke is easy and My burden is light."

(Matt. 11:28-30).

In silence I look into the eyes of

Love and I know that love is not

About the object of my affection

But...the silence has taught me that

Love is about disclosing the secrets

Of Eternity as I am changing to give

What I could not give on my own.

Love is not self-seeking but

Rejoicing in another's healing, another's

Blessings and their ability to feel loved.

In silence I've changed. In silence

I've touched the Hand of love--the

Hand that has changed me, healed me,

And raised me.

In silence...I love. Coming out from silence, from that

Quiet time where I meditate and ponder

My reason for living...for being, for the very

Breath I've been given when I once was

Caught in a downward spiral that

Nearly took my life,

I give you my love.