And when I left …..
my borrowed home
retraced my steps
and so bereft
of all so dear
I huddled here
behind the safety
of my saffron cloth
I let my eyes
slide back and hide
beneath my lids
I let my body
sit so limp ….. and dead
the saffron folds
that crowned my head
hid myself
from me
I am eyeless
my tongue is stone
I have no soul
I am alone
and still they came
and without pause
laid flowers at my feet
and saw
behind my eyeless gaze
my muted tongue
the beggar’s cloth
a lambent blaze
a shard of fire
something sensed
made them enquire
what lit that fire
I am eyeless
my tongue is stone
my soul remains
I’m not alone
I put my hands
upon their arms
and laid my cheek
against their heads
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A simple, stripped bare song of oneself, prayer of oneself and how you got there, finding yourself in the noise. Very nice.
i can agree with you…
i have found, in my studies of hermetic and esoteric traditions, as well as eastern religious practice, that it all (especially to the modern individual who cannot go very long without becoming ensnared by this great movement away from spiritualism and into the plainness and suchness of physicality, of objectivity) serves to remove the human from what it means to be human, which is essentially found in the corporal, physical world – there is humanity, and consciousness has always begged so many convoluted paths to loose oneself in, as to detract from the unintelligble horrors of death…
i feel that one must do what they must (and believe whatever they must) to ease the great torrents of death in life, and then translate that into a universal, simple, physical existence – into humanity…
the poem expresses that to some degree, and therefore i enjoyed it…
Wow, I felt the words very deeply. After just the first three lines I knew I was going to like this poem. It’s so sad yet hopeful in the last two stanzas without changing the tone. Bravo!
I am not too partial to the line structure but great use of rhyme! The poem itself is beautiful and wonderful and I am very intruiged by it. The imagery is very nice and it makes me just want to close my eyes a moment and take it all in. tremendous.
Is this a story of grieving for one’s only love who has passed on? It sounds like it or that is my interpretation. I think the poem is great as it is but very depressing.
Okay somewhere recently I was reading that Deepak Chopra has claimed to have seen the afterlife and the best part of his story was when his father passed. He was in deep meditation and closed his eyes and said it was time for him to go. This is a bit reminicent of the article I read. I see what your saying and I guess, if you mediate you can remove yourself from the physical self and reach that higher place. Anyone with an ounce of spiritual awareness, I would think knows this…but I am wrong. I enjoyed this tale and the short brevity adds to it. This is very two dimensional in my opinion. The last part of the poem made me think of the medium that talks to passed people on his tv show…was it for an eerie effect? Is the saffron cloth a reference to the cloth that Jesus was buried with? This is a good poem because it’s making me wonder about the context and the style and the purpose of it. It’s well written.
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