The dive

From atop the precipice
I step forward
And I dive...
Dive deep into the depths unknown

I close my eyes and feel
The air caressing me
The swish...and my body
Before "I" am smashed to smithereens

And then -
I shine like the pale blue dot
Suspended in the sunbeam.


Yoga
11/15/2011
PS:- Pale blue dot is the reference from one of Carl Sagan's space episodes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p86BPM1GV8M

Let us

Weep, weep our hearts out
As the numbers and statistics
Keep coming like the tears unstoppable
Let us weep, weep our hearts out...

After all they are just the numbers...
Numbers of the dead
Dead by innumerous means
Like the opportunities this country has to offer.
Numbers of the hungry
As they wail like the highway
When run over by our luxuries this country has to offer.

After all they are just numbers...
Numbers lined up at the burial ground they live in
What they call it their homeland in its eerie silence
As silent as our indifference to the suffering that unfolds.
Spilled out like the bullets dropping
From the arms of the arms traders and economic hitmen
Entrapped in their games like we are in the daily play

After all...they are just numbers
Numbers that keep piling
Only to become a reference
Of our eventual helpless impotence...

Let us weep, weep one last time
One last time...

Yoga
11/14/2011

PS:- Bertrand Russell wrote, “The mark of a truly civilized human being is the ability to read a column of numbers and then weep,”

The moon rises on the other side of the bay

As the day melts

In the golden gleam of this city

And the reddish hues of the sky,

When the night cozies herself

In the blanket of the stars

Meditating in the long silence...

With your thoughts lapping on my heart

Like the notes of the Gnossienne,

I smile resting in peace as you shine on

Like the moonlight on these still waters.

And bathing in this moonlight I forget

That the morning is just a few hours away...

Yoga

08-18-2011