To kill the gods
to end a religion
to vouch for truth
Akhenaten
As Mo taught us
store basket stock
start early in life
Akhenaten
Am I just talking about the self
or on how far one can reach
Perhaps you can own mother earth
to live deeply rooted in longevity
Akhenaten
Yet the I goes beyond
as it fixes its stare
meditating on ecstasy
Akhenaten
And then to inhale truth
just to kill all religion
save that One
Demystified Fifty nine
© 2022-06-22
My Master
You taught me well,
my friend, my lover,
my sun, my Shams
Where were you as the doors closed on me
as I was buried under ashes of loss 'n grieve
when all around tried to sooth with platitudes
I stopped speaking out loud
your words flowed on paper
unlocking my heart's thorns
In a whirl entering my life and leaving my soul
o to be picked and to be savoured by the One
the kernel of the fruit will it flourish and honour
Will you weigh me
carry me upwards
as I silently bleed
My Lord
© 2022-06-06
Poem triggered by a Rumi quote.
Standing on that white grey quay
so silently awaiting the hydrofoil
the suitcases that group together
on the dew wet grey concrete slabs
the sea shimmering the same colour
as that early morning cloudless sky
the mansions across the bay off white
stone and orange-red tiles like a hat
still all is silent, sleepy even the birds
rest for dawn to come alive, energise
never before was there such a calm
such ease in their stance, stilled like
a photograph faded by the sun rays
soon to rise out of the blue Aegean
to leave melancholy never to return
as the wind that's not there carries
slowly the sounds of the hydrofoil
cutting through the dim daybreak
just out of focus of the Nikon lens
© 2022-05-31
The Isle of Spetses - departure
