SONG

SONG

a leaf
sent me
its dissertation
on mindfulness

I studied the text
both its sides

a snail
sang me the song
of the fibonacci sequence
I never dreamt
series could
be so beautiful
number
so pristine

and poems of joy
were recited many

by creatures too
small for
the human eye
to see
too large
for the mind to comprehend

a mantra too, chants
most muscular

power to keep
the sky awake, there
to help
the cosmos comprehend

JASMINE

JASMINE

world tells me
it is
   about to end

in the proces
of ending

pours me a porcelain
cupful
of jasmine tea

suggesting
that I do drink
it slowly

which I did,
sipping it softly
moment
      by moment

taking to heart
this wise advice
its logic
decidedly not
lost on me

CLEAR

CLEAR

it is the cracks and crevices
that one must probe, be eager
to peer into

willing to follow to
whatever logical conclusion
it lead to, even if this
be a crevasse

or deep marine trench
such as some
oceans be renowned for

and here I am
in that liminal space
between parking
lot and Mall
snacking on Sushi
as I stroll towards
a fast food joint

no need
to name them, they are
a household word

and there in a crack in
the new pavement
a leaf green
grasshopper
minus
  a few legs getting
swept up
by a broom

same green that be as
the Kawasaki racing green
of my old
cafe racer
motorcycle

such out of
   the everyday stuff
not difficult to
spot if
   you take
  a look.         can see

and me
always on the alert for
glitch in the program, mis-
quote
   in the subtext

the Zen of the mindful
from
    the stupor of
all that is
empty, hide bound and
mindless

razor edge thin, which
is why
   we stay clear