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An Agnostic Parable

How do I show you,
What you evoke in me?

Beyond the beauty,
the love,
Emanating from your entire being,
Is Earth’s heart.

Beyond those eyes,
And soothing hands,
A labour of creation,
A calm wildfire.

Beyond the pain,
And the resilience,
The trials endured,
Reside’s humanity’s lifeline.

You evoke in me,
A yearning for your essence,
Unseen yet universal,
Intangible yet coursing.

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Walking Alone

I walk this path,
On my shoulders,
Those who are with me now,
And those who have passed.

I carry them on every path,
Some are always there,
Some come and go,
Some are forgotten.

I pay no mind,
To how many there are,
They are weightless,
Resting on my shoulders.

When my steps falter,
When I stumble,
Or slow down,
They go to work.

Some crawl into my mind,
Some dive into my spirit,
Some wait to be called on,
To heal.

They are always there,
Pleading for attention,
They cannot do their work,
If they remain unacknowledged.

To be aware of them,
An act of self-love,
To acknowledge their presence,
An act of self-acceptance.

Returning to my shoulders,
They take their rightful place,
I am grateful for them,
Standing up,
I return to my path.

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Be careful

Opening them one after the other
Like presents bearing their names
Outcomes a horizon away

Each one curiously tantalizing
Contents taken by their eyes
Or their minds
Feels like the caressing of hearts
Gentle hands radiating love
Be careful for who’s sake?

Cradled face in warm hands
Warmth seeking surrender
Predator, soul the prey
Lips mete the grandest of promises
Warm tears trace the lines
Of the past’s tracks
And fill drought-stricken valleys
Where nothing alive may persist
Floods are devoured
Cracked earth always return

Please have a care
One says to the other
These boxes
Exceedingly approachable
Little maelstroms

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Fresh fruit

Bite into this fresh fruit
Closed eyes
Sustenance and pleasure
Fragrance and flesh
In this instant
Is that a connection you feel
With the earth, or is it the tree
Perhaps it is our planet’s love
Or just the taste of life

This poem was inspired by Judeitakali’s poem, “Market day”:

https://wordeologist.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/market-day/

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Beauty

Abundant
It fills our streets
Blown around by the wind
Or splashed by fast cars

Don’t blink
It’s in the brief moments
Before and during
The familiar and the strange
Greet each other
You might miss it

It’s in the gleam of knowing eyes
In the air that fills lungs
Inhaled for life
And then expelled
Back into the ether

It weaves its way
In and around
Filling spaces of
Intentions and actions
Of the moving and the still
Of the enduring
And the eroding

As equally sought after
As it is misclassified
Misattributed
And overlooked
Eternally demanded
And damned

Noticing beauty
Takes a keen mind
Sharing it
Takes love
And creating it…
That takes courage

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Notes

Quarter tonic
Sugar with sugar
Sweet tongue
Semolina Lena

Noncognizant strikes
Dodge brother, dodge
Relentless moving
Those dark eyes always worth it

What I would give
To make this right
To step out of character
Or am I in one now?

Tired of this
Fearing its endlessness
The closer I am to one
The farther I am from both

When the notes I hear
Or the words, dear
My world flips
But I’m quarter built

Flipping like it’s
Practice makes perfect
Play the notes, play
As close as I can get

Limits limit
But memories punish
Flabbergasted and expectant
What are you doing? Incredulous

I am flipping and practicing
Playing notes and replaying nostalgia
Giving love like watering the parched
Learning to strike the balance

Leave me be, demons
You turn sustenance into air
After I’ve fed my soul
I shall have my peace

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Eyes first meeting
Enchanted voice
Beauty and chaos
Delightful layers
Just a hint of tired
Well-hidden under a smile
Reaching out to soothe
What doesn’t appear to need it.

Not aware of depths
Counting breaths
How deep could they go?
Vanishing colours

The clouds passed
Resuscitation
And the sunshine
Sun-shone those depths
Unbalanced chaotic
Hurt with every stroke

They remember without connecting
At a standstill
A story ends
Without an ending