"every morning"

"Every morning

I shall concern myself anew about the boundary

Between the love-deed-Yes and the power-deed-No

And pressing forward honor reality.

We cannot avoid

Using power,

Cannot escape the compulsion

To afflict the world,

So let us, cautious in diction

And mighty in contradiction,

Love powerfully."

― Martin Buber, Power and Love (1926)

Spring in the city

in-verted
upside-down s/tree/t
an ominous sky gripped
in the barest
arms of a tree

vert-tical cliffs
dust glass steel
three subterranean limbs
webbing in
a piece of heaven?

that, too
is not what it seems
but a palimpsest of spring
in an intro-vert self-
absorbed city

I cross blindfolded

_ _ _

"To speak is to not see. 

So all speech is to some extend blind."

― Jacques Derrida

Bare tree

In the bare limbs of a tree

there is certain irrefutable
[and deceptive] clarity ―

the eye piercing the stark
crisp-clear scenery

supposedly defeating blindness
believing in seizing the s/tree/t view

in its entirety ― free
of the exuberant burst of spring
lush blossoms, birds and bees
the idle chatter of summer leaves
eager butterfly wings
ripeness that swell
bejewelling the branches in gold,
soon to be stripped down
by the first frost, vanish in a blast
of a sudden winter squall, as if
nothing . ever . existed ―
if not for this inseparable
frame-sequence along the blue 

string of seasons ―
[incessant ancient love]
by which we live

upside-down s/tree/t (2)

blind[s]

"How you die out in me:

down to the last

worn-out

knot of breath

you're there, with a

splinter

of life."

― Paul Celan

: f[r]ame

f[r]ame : un-fathomed f[l]ame : fam[in]e

Arcane presence

Impartance

I do not know how to love.

Neither do you.

It is precisely why love

is here. To teach us.

Low ebb

At the low ebb

I traipse the rippled

Ocean ground -

reasons for being this vast

paradox state of [e]motion ―

swelling lashing spilling

peripeteia's leaving

intense elusive pervasive

incessantly persuasive

impermanent

(the one immutable thing)

and bound to return

by a single irresistible pull

of a distant

ever [r]evolving Moon

drawing near

"The essence is never the form."

Fractal [e]scapes XI ― To Breathe

Fractal [e]scapes X ― The City and I

Medusa's eye

Half a life away

Proposition for Throwback Thursday :
Half a life ago, left half the globe away

does it still equate to One, and the same?

Cast and sheer

Buon fresco

Wholeness

To retain wholeness amid a world-

wide craze and persistent bewilderment

one shall turn back perhaps, to the archetypal

lessons of yesterday's non presence.

Bow before the bliss of fool-

hardy illusions at the center of being. 

Believe in the mystery. Doubt it all. 

                                                                                  Recognize, 

love could be [in] vain too, if self-serving.

Love anyway. Wholeheartedly.

Dichotomy

"She knew that he loved her above all else, more than anything else in the world, but only

for his own sake." - Love in the time of cholera, Gabriel García Márquez

tattered wings

in the tattered wings

of a coconut tree

the wind rages delirious

chatters like the mad rain
day and night night and day
dry tears of unfathomable pain
one thousand blades

prying off a soul
from a frail man's body

pain pain pain
more than sinew and bone can bear
taut twanging ball of nerves
cutting wrenching tearing
squeezing thirsty cupful
teardrops of blood-
dew to appease tomorrow's dawn

heaven birthing an angel
amid Earth's mourning

but why so violent? oh God, why
s o   v i o l e n t ?

(it was never suppose to be this way)

tectonic rupture

water blossoms

_ _ _

at the instance of breaking waves blossom -

window-shopping XXI - [sin pecado*]

“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams.
I painted my own reality." - Frida Kahlo (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)

                                                                        *the Sinless store

ador(n)ed by the tropical rain

                                     strings of flawless beads

                                    gleam in the flame tree - blossoms

                                    ador(n)ed  by the rain