Dead

In the moments of creative expression

In the heart beat of the worried and the castaway,

In the glistening tears of lost love,

And in the warm blood flow of merciless murders...

In the fire about to die

Flickering in the stomachs of those

Millions of motionless bodies

And emotionless eyes,

And in the crescendo of

Their hungry sighs...

In the reddish hue of the twilight hour

During the few seconds of the vanishing horizon,

In the complexities of conflicting emotions

And in the torturous presence

Born to the union of past and future...

With every infinitesimal breath

As (my) life manifests instantaneously,

Petal by petal I lay my wreath...

Yoga

10/5/2011