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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