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Utter desolation

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16/05/25

How the wind blows!
How the heat grows!
How evil festers!

Every delightful dish
Every mouthwatering speciality
Every tasty treat

Available from your fingertips…

And yet,

Not enough to feed
Not enough to quench
Not enough to save

Those babies.

Who has caused this famine?

Global warming?
Climate chaos?
Sometimes…

But this time,

Wolves remain unblemished
Waves of heat remain peaceful
Wisps of wind remain unchained

Our hands must be blamed.

Indifference
Carelessness.
Reckless hate

You and me
Them and us
All of us.

How can we eat?
How can we drink?
How can we waste?

When babies are silently dying of hunger.

Where are you my brother?
Where are you my sister?
Where am I lost?

Must our hands remain chained
Must our brains remain dazzed
Must our soul remain weighed

By our own lingering hell?
This greed inducing machine!

Unabling us to act righteously
Distracting us from thinking morally
Preventing us from feeling compassion.

If all the chaos settled
If all the roar faded
If all those screens dimmed…

I must believe that

We would stand as one
We would rise as one
We would cry as one :

Not in our name
Not in our watch
Not in our lifetime.

No more.

Didn’t we say it before?

Never again.

The wind scatter frail buds
The heat weakens old barks
Evil feasts deep from the roots.

Leaving desolation

Where a tall forest stood
Where a lush forest grew.
Where a deep forest grew.

Desolation.

Razed to the ground.
Bulddozed into dust.
Flatten beyond recognition.

Utter desolation.

Why do you ask me which tree?

All are linked
As we all are.

All are part of the world
As we all are.

All are spreading
As we all are.

One falls
And we all fall.

And yet,

I feed my baby until she sleeps.
I eat until my stomach is filled.
Even my cat is content…

While those babies starve,
In complete indifference.

Cold spring

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14/03/22
And from stillness
And from darkness,
And from littleness,

Springs life again.

To dance again,
To sing again,
To live again

And believe again…

In those silly dreams
In those gentles hopes
In those hushed poems.

But how harsh are those last winter nights
But how cold are those last winter nights
But how hopeless are those last winter nights

Like a feather caught in a thorn
Like a feather caught in ice
Like a feather caught in a web

I flutter gently…

White innocence
Soft perseverance
Light independence.

Belonging to none
but the One who created me.

Beholding to none
but the One who provided for me.

Bespoken to none
but to the One who loves me.

The blazing sun
The sparkling rain
The dutiful winds,

Will untangle me from this woe.

And I will float through the lands,
And I will wing through the tides,
And I will spring through this darkness.

Unabashed
Unattached
Unattainable.

Belonging to my own skin.
Belonging to my own heart.
Belonging to my own soul.

Violets growing in my palms
Roses growing in my breath
Primroses growing in my path.

How fragrant is that deep rich earth when it rains!

Let it rain,
Let it bleed,
Let it break…

Like a miracle on dry land
Like a shoot from a grain
Like a lifeless tired twig.

So that a new life can begin.

The Blushing Blossom Must Return

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28/02/21

The wind brought golden sands, full of regret.
The wind brought bitter cold, full of regret.
The wind brought erring thoughts, full of regret.

And it howls,
Howls.

Chilling my bones.
Chilling my hopes.
Chilling my ropes.

No way out,
No way for you,
No way for me.

I close my eyes.
I let my hair grow.
I let my love bloom.

And I pray,
through sleepless nights.

And I pray,
through endless tears.

And I pray,
Through countless hours.

Will it ever end?

When the wind rose,
When the howl grew,
When the fury blew,

I opened my wings.
I fluttered my feathers
I met the waves.

Waves of hurling fury.
Waves of billowing howls.
Waves of blistering wind.

I met them head on.

I rose,
I fell,
I rose.

Oh my wings are tired,
My Lord.

Oh my wings are tired,
My love.

Oh my wings are tired,
My heart.

And still the storm never ends.
And still the night never ends.
And still the wait never ends.

One more lull,
full of beauty.

One more dawn,
full of hope.

One more summit,
full of glory.

The mysterious violets must return.
The blushing blossom must return.
The wandering bird must return.

And they do,
as promised.

My hair grew longer,
My songs grew longer,
My nights grew longer.

Waxing
Glowing
Waning

Time went on.

I now walk through the woods,
And stand still by the oak.

I now walk through the garden,
And smell intently by the shrub.

I now walk through the streets,
And listen deeply by the busy road.

Will you return too?
As promised.

The wind scatters.
The howl whispers.
The fury withers.

I can hear the birds singing they return.
I can smell violets celebrating their return.
I can see red and pink gems dotting the twigs.

There’s a sweet scent in the air.
There’s a golden hue in the horizon.
There’s a splash of color in the path.

I smile,
as I greet my friend the great tit.

I whisper,
as I greet my friend the robin.

I laugh,
as I greet my friends the sparrows.

Oh my heart is full.

The cold breeze lulls me.
The gentle tweets lull me.
The soft shoots lull me.

Life has a way of surviving the stangest of winters.

Chirp,
Chirp, my friends.

Cheep,
Cheep, my friends.

Chirrup,
Chirrup my friends.

Birds,
Trees,
Flowers…

Perhaps you know the answer to my question…

But I am not given the keys.
But I am not allowed to understand.
But I am not shown the pattern.

So I smile.

I dig and sow.
I cut and clear.
I fill and cover.

Spring is but the beginning.

The first spark,
The first sprout,
The first rosebud.

There will be many leaves to admire.
There will be many flowers to gather.
There will be many fruits to taste.

So much life around me,
So much life within me,
So much life over me.

Covering me,
Nestling me,
Carrying me,

Like waves,
Like a current,
Like a trickle.

Peaceful yet wistful.
Hopeful yet distrustful.
Trusting yet fearful.

Dancing with the golden sunshine,
Dancing with the fluttering bushes.
Dancing with soft longing.

And hoping…

You will turn that corner.
You will tear that page.
You will taste that courage;

And find me,

Beneath the blue and golden sky.
Beneath the sleepy and thriving trees.
Beneath the canopy of dreams and prayers.

Dear Lord,
Will You show him the way?

Before the wind returns.