What Is There To Say?
Left un-felt and
un-thought
this thought
unsaid fits spaces
between clouds
passing by.
Look carefully,
you'll see
Rare pink bird
swoop down
with wings so
freely – away
from blue spaces
spread
speckled with
rainbow bites
and free wings
lift desire for
it just happens
to be what is
between us, you
and me.
We are One same
as you and
me – Encoded
with sacred
wonder
indecipherable.
Cells that make
the tree also
make you and me
and dirt
and water – the
delicate
underside of
water lilies
fragrant in wind
over lake.
Intimate space
of wonder
stirs – tears
roll like sap on
lone stem
lingering under rain
of morning dew
where moons
pass swallowed
by suns.
Our breath
clouds this single
dewdrop as we
gaze into
gaze and
wanderer Sun
shines on and
through us.
What is there to
say
that has not
been said?
Hidden Story
when she was
born
town criers
drummed away
go look at that
new baby
her eyes see the
whole word
she looked and
looked
saw things that
made her smile
horrors that
made her
feel tense and
estranged
she turned away
to face the sun
light blinding
glare
like rocks on
mountains
calling in their
gold…
whose eyes are
these
that blind the
seeker
who is the
knower
who loves who
desires
shake away
beliefs, break
them – they make
us into rags
who is the lover
whose music
makes my arms sing
beside quiet
breath of flowers
when I look into
your eyes
I see infinitely
what you are
it makes me
smile – the
cosmos
rearranges its blanket
around another
with stories
endless as gaze
of closed eyes
Echo: A Name
what word shall
I choose
for this echo?
why echo?
when mountains
shake
at your calling
forth
the name of me
that am becoming
what word shall
we breathe
in unison or
separately so that
leaves sing with
us?
at your calling
forth
the name of me
that am becoming
do such
possibilities
excite the
oceans the winds
the sun to open
her windows
in our hearts?
at your calling
forth
that am becoming
the name of me
that I can be by
becoming not
what word shall
you choose
to call me?
when I am
utterly
beyond particle
when your voice
ripples
through the
cosmos
through me
and my eyes
search
ancient forest
of trees
a long road
wanders there
what name shall
you choose
to call me as I
in unbecoming
and have no more
verbs
AMBIKA TALWAR
AMBIKA TALWAR India-born
educator-author, healer-artist, she bridges worlds with ecstatic poetry and
short stories. As a Bharat Awards for Literature awardee, she is published in
World Wide Writer's Web. As a poet, Ambika is winner of Rabindranath Tagore
Int'l, Great India Poetry contest, and a Pushcart nominee; she's published in
Grateful Conversations, Crystal Fire, Beyond-Words, Kyoto Journal, On Divine
Names, Roseate-Anthology, Glo-Mag, Enchanting Verses and various other
anthologies print/online. She made a short film for which she won the Best
Original Story Award at a festival in Belgium in 2000. Current California
Quarterly/California State Poetry Society board member, she lives in
USA/Bharat.
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