Zen and Blood

from a seed of thought

 

We could sit on mountain tops

somewhere ancient

and play with the sky

we could create a universe

and blow existential bubbles 

shoot them with cosmic fireworks before they pop and imagine the invisible colors

we could go big and bigger or collapse into thumbelina daydreams  

we could count the days

 

we could breathe ,

it's a start , a slap on the a*s , a gasp 

- exhale .

slowly ...

 

we could flounder , crawl or walk uprighteously 

we could dance

hashmark rhythms , the maybe of freewheeling fate

a bell - let's run out of time ...

 

we could be afraid 

stab ourselves with the pain of needless how come's

and why 

did I do that

or never again 

love

 

?

 

come closer

taste this

it's honey . golden ambrosia 

delicious - it's a curse , waiting to drip from begging lips

- I want more 

- again 

 

you like my eyes

how they are pried open by the tease of

the unknown

the

swirling in the clouds 

for something new against

the odds on favorites , just now chances

as yesterday swallows today and the glass is half dirty 

"another round barkeep" - they'll have the same  

 

how boring ...

 

we could save ourselves
unfold the world and rub our fingers along its origami creases

ugly ducklings  waiting to fly south to

glittery avenues of something better than 

 

we could reminisce
we could read palms , eyes and hips
we could make up words and wear them like veils
we could sing

 

we could fall on our knees
just to hear our self talk 

we could give up

forsaking arguing for the sake of

crossing ourselves in layers of that 'let them eat cake'

fondant history smoothed to each others taste

something to believe in

 

we could get away

naked to the sea in a blue mood

watch her explode before a postcard sunset

feeling the 'wish you were here' of everything

as sands shift between wiggly toes

and footsteps disappear quietly under the moon

 

we could

dive in , feed our hunger for air 
and disappear

behind closed eyes

fall asleep to a lullaby of riddles 
wrap ourselves in emptiness - vacuity

candela obscura mirrored in the paradox of duality

rewind dreaming 

shuffle skips and hops

warped vinyl spinning

the music of silence

 

we could be buddha and jung

we could be ourselves  

the spirit is elemental and elastic

the soul misses home

we could touch  

and kiss each other's soul  
cradle each other's face 
and find a truth I to I  
and spiral in a bejeweled moment

electrifiying a trillion dimensions

within a single double helix 

we could make love ...

 

we could sit on mountain tops

you and I

I could take wing

and you could follow

 

we could be immortal 

because we breathe

because we are

Zen and Blood 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All photography and writing property of Robin Amaral . Do not copy or use without expressed written consent . Copyright © 2006-2011 Robin Amaral

 

Reviews

[arbitrary jane]

alright. so ive read this now... 4 or 35 or 1200 times.
and it spirals, up and down and out on every side. your imagery is quick and gorgeous and the possibility in it is breathtaking. heart pounding.
buddha and jung, I to I, origami creased worlds, fear and honey and existential bubbles...
zen and blood.
an amazingly glorious paradox.

brilliant.

[Lilly Negoi]

my dear dear friend, this is HUGE. this is the story of a lifetime, and while reading your words i have the feeling that i'm merely scratching the surface of the "could-have-been"...splendid poem Robin!

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the creative wording and slow pace of this poem. It is like savoring each line and completely taking in it, feeling the emotions and visualizing the extraordinary details in the imagery.

[Kerry O'Connor]

This certainly is epic, Robin... so much to take in - the suppositions - the images - the transcendental mood. I decided to immerse myself beyond thought. Very much enjoyed.