My childhood has tall sunlit forests in it
Woods lovely with evergreen trees
Rallying willowy branches
Around my guarded spirit
Grounding me into still waters
With roots dark and deep.
And oh! the sunlight
forever frozen,
Creaming green tops
Of silent stately trees.
I am allowed such vision
Gracious blessings,
Yet if I look with
Too much longing,
For too long,
Or too dark too deep,
my gilded glade
My fairy woods,
Inside my golden head
Focuses
Ominously
Into parodies of
presence.
Misting
Around particular details
Not a fade out
But a wry dimming
And the woods turn
A shade darker...
Veiled bridesmaid
Of brilliant
Evil.
I ignore the omens
and dive in deeper faster
Through clenched brows
Pauper's fists of memories
That can't contain
themselves
Their luminous essence
stronger than
Mere reminiscence.
The woods halt
Darkness falls
the leaves shed
Flailing arms arrested
Barren green miasma
Curiously blackened
Lack lustre
Les miserables.
I mustn't venture
Beyond the boundaries
Of happiness,
Serenaded copses
Natural honeycomb serenity...
To pick out the borders
The borderline fringes
Let the devil take them,
Those weedy weevils
Of inconsequential details.
I accept that
Access allowed
Is not unlimited
Though the scope
is infinite.
Infinite Good
Indeterminate woods
Beyond sensual reckoning
Open eternally,
infinitesimally
Beckoning.
This spirit must attain readiness
the soil of suffering
Must be watered
the soul steadied
Devoid of lust
Into sufficiency
Before heading
Steadfast towards
Forever
new beginnings.
Go where the sunlight
Never ceases
where only darkness freezes.
Praise be.
Leaves living
Like light
Lilting peace.
Go forever into glory
Inherent,
Outermost incredulous
Indefinable space,
Annexed and conquered
Inside...
Ever so
May you be.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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