Baptism

They baptized me in the name of the Father, Son,
and Holy Ghost

My newborn existence was not immature
I chose this lifetime to soak
in the holy water once more

I toiled through excessive rainfalls,
and enormous waves
cried me to sleep and was afraid

I asked God to replenish my soul
and immerse me with the Holy Spirit
once more

My angel took me under her wings
and led me home, and quenched me in
pristine water, water, water

Sunday quiet

You crushed the tempo of our love
Touched my pulse where we once united
Thready because of your affection for another

I am a bleeding heart after the quake is over
I shed the leftovers and gradually
build a new horizon

I rise
and see beyond the breaks of the tide
In tranquility, I sanctify on
Sunday quiet

Alone

Webs of yesterday untangling into the crisp breeze,
dissolving a past that no longer has its rewards;
she now carries a residue of melancholy
and stands in no-man’s-land

She composed her life story,
edited her journey over and over
The words puddled in tears
cries to immortality, petitioning for saving
while moving through her energy field

Bodiless arms supported her
in the sigh of dawn
By her family, that’s no longer bound here

They tracked her tears to a diary,
of which she could not recall

They held her as she reached
into the chambers of her heart
and united with her inner child
releasing their cracks and crevasses
and hand-me-downs

She allowed her child to bellow it out
and held her in tenderness
She knew it was their path to resolving
the refrain that her innocence…

Haiku

SPIRITUAL SATURDAY

The Incarnation
Immaculate Conception
Bodiless to form

Gabriel’s message
“You are favored by the Lord”
Love your Messiah

Thank you, Darshak Rana, for tagging me on Spiritual Saturday Prompt, Love.

Play time

The birds are playing
hide and seek in the trees,
chirping along the way.
Wind chimes hanging on
join them in song.

The majority sail away,
some birds remain.

The squirrel comes to play;
he hops up the trunk and inches up.
He has no wings, but that doesn’t stop him.

He hangs out on top of the sapling.
Hoping they welcome him.

The present moment

She watches the leaves from a closed window, seeking to catch them. It is impossible. She tries every morning and never gives up watching them in wonder. Her eyes glowed in beauteous shades of blue. Frequently, they turn colors like the leaves that are performing in front of her. The sunlight flickers in them, reflecting her presence.

I am in awe of her.

After many days she purrs with admiration and enjoys their beauty and doesn’t have to capture the leaves anymore. It is enough to watch.

She is like a toddler exploring the marvel of dancing leaves in the breeze and mesmerized by their beauty. …

Born Again

My memoir
Penmanship that curves
and loop into shapes in the aurora
Formless into the form of heaven’s touch
A song on wings of fairy’s fluttering to my birth

My dear memoir
In December’s, snow
now I am grown
My boots stuck in the slush,
wading through life’s storm;
brittle tree trunks of cold
coiled upward, iced

My dear memoir
In March, dumping garbage,
pungent bitterness
that no longer serves me
Swept away by the wild wind

My dear memoir
April is the month
I’ve done the work
Copious white rains,
relaxing veins,
defrosting the pain

My dear memoir
In May,
my bottle is vacant of others
Buoyant on the brook of flowing Mana
replenished in my born again self

Haiku

Bodiless water
A lure to heaven’s favor
Kindled in heart-songs

Trees joining the choir
Harmonious melody
Inexpressible