One may have working eyes but never see,
One may have hands but never feel,
One may have a tongue but never taste,
One may have ears but never hear,
One may have a nose but never smell
Forever grateful for the awakening,
For the silent flame that lit the unseen,
You were the fuel the great fire in me needed,
Eventually I was forced to turn inward,
To search for the fuel this fire needed,
Forever grateful for the awakening
Feelings of debris and internal dry land,
are followed by a liveliness and effervescence,
more and more often,
one becomes familiar with the self,
and the seawall that tames the wild waves is reconstructed,
to let water seep in
Too much still
Heart skips a beat
Rhythm is off
Mantras turn to music
Opaqueness becomes a relic
Humans light up around
The mantra turns into music
Too much still
Finding it there
A touch from the outer above
The dogs neck touches soft
The spring flowers play song
The sailors cap straps leather
And barely but sometimes
The tiger howls at the strays