Friday, September 13, 2013

Teacher



Listen
Listen 
All day I listen
Hold inside me the pieces I am handed
Some shiny and delicate
Others, shards of broken glass

Alone, at night
I lay them out on my table
To make sense of them
To water the delicate
To soften the hard
To make a song that heals them

At daybreak I rise with a weary smile
To open my heart
And sing

Then I gather new pieces
And set to work
Alone at night, again.

- Saraswati

3 comments:

Sankari W. said...

sublime and beautiful

Neha Sahi Saigal said...

Oh! So beautiful!

Dr. kold_kadavr_flatliner, MD, the sub/dude said...

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Greetings, earthling. Not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like for us if ya believe/accept: meet this ultra-bombastic, ex-mortal-Upstairs for the most blatantly, tastefully, incomprehensibly phat… catch-22-excitotoxins… myriads of cogently-ironic-metaphors… sheer guhroovaliciousnessly-delicious-endorphin-rush with pleasure-beyond-measure to boot… Ultra-Firepower-Idyllic-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, point-blank, kick-ass, party-hardy-friction (plus tantalizing eroticism), robust-and-risqué-play-station voltage, eternal-real-McCoy-warp-drive you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-rrrock’nNsmmmokin’-hot-deal: PLEASE KEEP HANDS/FEET INSIDE THE RIDE UNTIL WE MADE A CIRCUMFERENCE OF the OUTSTANDING, NEVER-ENDING, THRILLIONTH-RED-MARKER-POSSIBILITIES …with eXtra eXciting eXtroverts doing the most vivid, brazen conGROOnts: flawless as pearls from the Toyster Upstairs!!!

WAIT!! THAT’S NOT ALL!! TELL’M WHAT THEY’LL RECEIVE, JOHNNY!! In that insane landscape of tumultuous, Led-Zepplin-versatility, can’t forget the rogue/vogue oasis of ‘Beavis ’n Butthead’ thoroughbred metabolism: from Level One, nuke’umNblast’um avatars in your ninja suit -to- skiing down a black-diamond-mountain 10X higher than K2 in shorts -to- bungee jumping from the troposphere -or- love making in a tree house high above for yeeers and yeeers with every, single, delicacy in your infinite mind, etc, etc, etc (all possible and gobs mo). So, gain altitude, not attitude, and take front-row-seats, miss gorgeous, as the inexhaustible, irresistible intimacy shall blow-your-fragile-mind to peaces. Meet me Upstairs. Do that for us. Cya soon, girly, which blows-away Dumb ‘n Dumbr.

PS “It is impossible that anyone should NOT receive all that they have believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when they hope great things from Me and I will always give them more than they expect”
-Our Lord to Saint Gertrude