His soul belongs to infinity now
For he has passed the limen
Of life cellular
And belongs now to
Life luminous
Now forevermore he shall live
My entire span of life
I shall see him
In the bloodied skies of setting sun
In the cool afternoon's rain on
Monsoon days and nights
When the rich soft whispers
Of coconut breeze embalm our souls in sleep.
My kite flying terrace days are over
And mother I am but your timetorn careworn shadow
In the kitchen
When suddenly the cawing crow makes me start
And staring through the wind
I am lost again
There they play
Street urchins in still motion
Their frozen kites in stasis
In pale blue skies
Centuries and aeons float by
I inhale a balloon of breath
In sweet surmise
He stays! he stays! He Stays!
In my cottonwool hopes up in space
In my soft heartbeat and the
Crashing waves
In my failure to breath and my wordless daze
In Time's never ending days
My god in so many places
in so many ways
The bird and the seed the very
Stones say
Praise! Praise! Only masters of the maze
Only maker or makers
Have access
Heirs of heights and blessedness
Everywhere and here
And to nowhereness
From mountain peaks from caverns from silver bays
The last cascading fast fading
rays
Through blood and mist and over the pale
Fading faraway beyond the veil
Of painful mistakes and nonsense tales and onto fervent mysterious trails.
He goes his leavetaking was this life
Dearly missed he goes triumphant over rainbows and
Firmaments and yet-
And yet, lost never
Eternally in composing it,
He stays.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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