Jonel Abellanosa ----- Three poems

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