My DesertA Poem by Vishuddha
I am returning
Back, to my desert Back, to my own space To my internal silences Where clouds do not linger Over my head Watching my every move And, the long strands of time Are spun out of expansion and contraction Enchanted, unable to stay away I am going back to where nothing Except myself Is reflected back from the empty earth Where the blistering fire of sun consumes the day And, when I look away Darkness is subsumed By the hungry, hollow ground The desert is just like I am When you look underneath There is nothing but hot, red dust Wishing to be something else Dry liquid, contradicting itself If you come to my desert You will be welcomed But then, you should really move on Because you will find It is full of trapping Energy zapping Kidnapping Warping of minds Commitment of all kinds You may be unable to get away Be charged with keeping the clouds at bay Your dreams may be stolen The way mine were When I went astray When I came to stay You may become As I am The unwilling keeper Of secrets and faults Charged with keeping the keys To underground vaults Someone entrusted to guard the nest Gather the children and never rest Watch the seeds Keep track of deeds The world is full of poor souls And, entities, unrepentant Unrelenting Under the dust Must, have been Here since the Great Overturning Nightmares burning Sunk in the sand Entities Without a hand Without a footprint Without a shadow Rapacious ripples everywhere Invisible Running along the thick, dark Underground veins of the earth Along side smoking lizards Shaking rattlesnakes My breath takes A long break Nowhere ready to leave Don't even try to deceive This is my reality This is the battleground This is the range This is where the colors of the wind change I am willing to be here Because I want to know what is happening The sounds of the shifting sands Are summoning wheezing bones Secret whispers Sunset moans I am holding darkness apart from the light I am a part of the fight Afraid to take flight Infusing the circular altars with ire Wishing to triumph in temples of fire At dusk I will take off my sandals Gratefully light my candles And, yesterday's Rembrandt glow Will show Neither the corners Nor the center Of the crystal ball Running under the soft footfall Running underground Under the chapel Through secret chambers Smoldering embers Over the abode of demons Dancing with black-light scorpions And, shaking the feathers of vultures Desiring destructions of cultures Their thoughts restrained, contained, for eons By the words of spells and burning pentagrams The moonlight is breaking Untouched by spider webs Merrily drunken on mescal Jumping over jimson weed Laughing at scorching sagebrush Cold and heat Refusing to retreat Refusing to be concerned, at all With our fall We are being gathered up by gravity Depravity, leeching, reaching Screeching at the ashes of those already transformed Still concerned with their return Escaping the burn Wanting to know How does it go? The invisible battle Between the conflicting wills of the gods? I am concerned because of the here and now And, the vast continuum of life Which tries to forget the silence of skeletons Tries to run as fast as the multi-colored lizards The flying sun The shadows of the flying birds The thoughts of the shadows of the flying birds The eloquence of the animated sky The night, cloaked in cold Is whispering under stars of steel Stripping me down before the dawn Teaching me how to compete How to be complete Without any movement Without any breath Companion to death I will give up possessions and aggressions I will disconnect all my wires I will discard all my attachments And, disavow all my desires Left with only my barest essentials Only my entrails Only raw survival Only the vast, dry spaces The lizard's skin's lacework places Shimmering between cactus thorns And, the sand dune's moaning tunes I will be spent And, content To inhale phantoms Confused by collapsing sun spots And, drifting dust devils Driven by dreams I will think in circles Converse with mirages Fall in love with visions And, spend my time Watching eyes that do not exist Except in the instant Of the thunder's crash The lightning’s flash The sand storm's slash After I have given up, as well All of my impatience I will stand naked, empty and still Waiting for the shadows to begin to move For the stars to burn up the night For the night to devour my sight For the light to strike my spirit When I am sighing And, desperately trying To remember the way the breezes used to feel When I was still alive and real My desert may give me the sudden illusion I know what is going on When the vortex of my mind Aligns with the sky It will realize The universe doesn’t need me Has no reason to feed me Doesn't know where to lead me There are no roads to transverse here In this desperate desert made of fear Where I have tried to hide Where I have sighed and cried Where dreams have died and dried And, mummified Before the introduction of the sun I already, now, Have come to know how To take the wind out of the sky To let it travel To let it unravel To weave it into a map With the edge of the border left open So, the gods can come and go Moreover I know how to play the odds I know how to follow the gods I know how to speak to the 400 stars, The 500 stars, The 600 stars, And, I think that one of them may even Someday, answer me May let me see May set me free May tell me why I am here And, let me know how the battle is going [April 2015] © 2015 VishuddhaReviews
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VishuddhaA Looking Glass Land, FLAboutI am a romantic, born into an unromantic era. I am a restless wanderer, always seeking, in love with nature, in love with life. I am a native Floridian, with one foot in the Everglades and one foot on.. more..Writing
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