I poured down from the Raintree
leaves
quite a few times and smiled through
them,
quite a few times; does rain know
how to catch on the broken ends of thoughts
and carry on connecting you from dot
to dot?
Some stories read and seen lingers,
snatches you out of your sight
and leaves you up somewhere
between clouds and emptiness;
somewhere you get lost between the
bliss
of knowing greater things, indecipherable,
and things that push you back to
flesh and bones
and there in between those blissful
commotions,
yes I mean blissful commotion, you get
to know
love is being yourself and in you
dwells the universe,
throbbing with songs and stories; or
love is universe
and you, the very grain of its existence…
So let me, again and again, drip from
those leaves
and let me smile through them until only
bliss remain
and no commotion…
"Blissful commotion" is a very well thought. Even through the extremities of this duality, of experiencing life beyond the confines of flesh and being still rooted in it, there is some bliss to be found. I liked this bit: "love is being yourself and in you dwells the universe".
ReplyDeleteWell-penned.
-HA
I couldn't find another expression for that feeling...maybe I have done some justice by using those exremities together
DeleteThank you so much...!!
I like the sense of wonder you developed in this piece. There's a playfulness too in some of the imagery that pulls me in.
ReplyDeleteThank you...felt happy ...all smiles!
Delete"Love is being yourself", how true and lucky are those who are happy this way in this world of pretence. This is such a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much....yeah I think it's a blessing...lucky are who can maintain it...
Delete"love is being yourself and in you dwells the universe" ... Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much !!
Delete"I poured down through the Raintree leaves...and smiled through them"
ReplyDelete(1) Oneness with the rain and sun--delightfully Zenny!
(2) At another blog people had a lot of fun inventing a mythical bird called a Reedhaunter before someone told us that that's the actual English name of a real bird. So, is Raintree the actual English name of a real tree?
I think it is called 'saman' or maybe 'mimosa'....
DeleteThank you so much 💜
Such lovely thoughts in this Sreeja! I love the line, "Somewhere you get lost between the bliss of knowing greater things,"
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!!
DeleteA delightful poem. Love is being your self..Yes it is!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteI love the oxymoron 'blissful commotion' and the lines:
ReplyDelete'...does rain know
how to catch on the broken ends of thoughts
and carry on connecting you from dot to dot?'
and
'somewhere you get lost between the bliss
of knowing greater things, indecipherable,
and things that pushes you back to flesh and bones'.
Thank you so much!!
DeleteI really love how you start with the rain... it creates a perfect image of being yourself.
ReplyDeleteOh, thank you so much!
DeleteChaos can be delightful, indeed... if while we are lost in the music of its madness, we find ourselves to dance around with. I really like this!
ReplyDeleteYes, thank you Magaly!
DeleteBlissful commotion indeed. :)
ReplyDeleteActually, that's a really wonderful "contradiction" - it expresses the inherent nature of life - of being - and I suppose the idea, aim is to find ways to live in peace and harmony with this aspect.
I like the idea of the raintree and falling down through it's wet leaves ... that has a sad but still peppy feeling to it - speaks of hope and a determination to work through the chaos and find some even keel.
Thanks a lot...!!
DeleteA lovely serendipity of language!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot!
Deletelove is universe
ReplyDeleteand you, the very
grain of its existence
Love will always be the centre of attraction where emotions oozes out freely!
Hank