ab aqua in aquam
in my cupped palms
water is born –
the water of the silken seer.
seek not for meaning
within the silvery flow –
meaning is just the limitation
damming with rocky fears
the stream.
drink.
the fluid galaxies of thoughts
soothing your acrid tongue
are just the top notes
of universe’s perfume,
dissolved within my water.
on your lips they’ll sting,
having touched the lifelines of my palms –
but fear not the pain that opens doors:
once gone, the scars remaining
will become the nest of your own water-seed.
in your cupped palms
all will be born.
I find that your poems are of a class by themselves in these days of light Haikus & 10 words ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj