For my friend Akeem Oyalowo
Who asked me to take off on a line from one of my poems and birth another...I asked him to do it himself, which he did- and now it seems I have got to, as well.
Life Is Not All It Seems
One creamy hand outstretched
Peeping from pink blanket slowly peeled away..
My boy is coming out of his cozy sleeping shell.
The mouth opens in an yawn revealing the red tongue...like a supine cat he stretches leaps into my lap...
For a drink of water.
Outside the sunshine is buttery, dripping honey in slabs and rays upon our foreheads and eyes..
Mamma, too much light he cries
And I gently carry baby back into
The soft cocoon of my embrace
Upon a sofa emitting beige and gold shades.
We learnt that color isnt the property of objects. .
Colour is our perception..
Light rays shed and received...
Blessed they, who give
Or is it we who are so privileged
as to perceive?
Why should his cute mouth be red and nothing else?
Why should I want it to be just that crimson tulip bud of delight?
The haze of hazel glory that are his eyes in a thousand dreams of mine-
Not once I wished them blue.
And there it is and he;
Exactly my hearts desire
Transmuted to perception,
Possesing proudly the colors and carriages of my insular soul,
And surely his.
The maze of existence is a labyrinthine passageway, a brilliant mirrored cave of an ubiquitous mind.
The illusion is an illustration
Of Reality.
Nothing more
Nothing less
Life is not all it seems
Its stalactites and stalagmites
Arch to meet and create
Refract and reflect
All the angles of
Prior-Existence.
The true word catapulted by will
And the divine mind instills
A carnival
A cornucopia of creation
liquid purple universes
Pregnant with prismatic possibilities of
So much more
Floating in ether clumps of dark matter
Shimmers and slivers of silver stars
auras of immense galactic grandeur
Truly
Blessedly
Life is not all it seems
There is more much more than we can
Conceive in all of our nascent or dying dreams.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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