Simplicity
By Jonel Abellanosa
My return to the ordinary, ways of 
Each day.  The
dawn and its tints,
Tilled soil, smells waking from water.
Ephemeral.  Then
I run, running like jogging
Memory, more of the same scenaries:
Posts holding wires like skipping ropes,
Songs of early birds, voices without speakers,  
Yearns for the blacks and whites of language,
Calling a tree no other name.  Future 
Heart I see. 
The 30-minute jog an act of
Overcoming. 
Nothing will redefine all day.
Silence has learned to sit like a lotus and
Instill. 
Breathing has learned to slow.
Sustenance is the fixed point that glows.
Interplanetary Caravan
By Jonel Abellanosa
                                    After Imagika Om- Cosmic Sutras
The interplanetary caravan stops by
            Drops
two blues
My sacred core’s small voice exclaims
            Glass! 
Glass!
The small voice of laughter replies
            Orb! 
Orb!
The harpist bends the music
            And
the percussionist pounds 
                        A
hundred centuries of sadness
            Into
dust
But sadness overwhelms like laughter
            As
the caravan
                                     Pulls into space
And leaves the sky
                            A floating carpet
                                    Of
stars
Satori
By
Jonel Abellanosa
The
pianist in an uphill
Burst
of energy: arpeggios
The
violinist pulls
The
heart’s strings
Starlings
swarm their skydance
Cheetahs
run till they’re bodies of light
Dolphins
leap free
At
music’s end 
Enlightenment’s
dove 
And
they become reflections 
In
teardrops 
From
the Buddha’s eyes
 
Your first poem here "Simplicity" has a beautiful cadence like village life itself. Thank you for reminding the world what's important.
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