2013 Tiferet Writing Contest: Honorable Mention in Poetry
A Little Nightmusic by Ami Kaye
Her sheer veil streams in a pale mist,
the crimson lahenga
swirls around her running form,
she smells the crushed grass
beneath her naked feet.
The sun is my spotlight
that One in the royal digs
guides its way
But no one knows I'm in it
no one is clapping
you're in it too!
So let's put on a good show
for our sparkling audience
ah, the Joy of loving ....................ah !
the bliss of not-twoness in being ...........
where the giver and the reciever become One in giving, and recieving
where Giving is recieving, and Recieving giving ...........
There is no end
If you venture into
the inner wilderness
without a guide
you do not forget
Your reason map
and love garments
It might also be a good idea
to bring a prayer flare
just in case
And good company
to brighten the way
My desire is pushing, lighting me through this mud.
I am the lotus.
Can I focus on anything but the light?
The light takes forms
And the forms vanish
Again and again.
The Sun is calling the Moon.
I am relieved,
As I dance across the floor
Swift as light
I feel that floor you swept me across
And your arms your legs your feet
My arms my legs my feet
Foxtrotting me through space
like a knife through butter
Enlightenment is like a paintbrush
placed in the hand of a mannequin
who has fully captured your attention
while the child behind you
dances wildly with paint stained hands
soaking the world with expression
Prove your devotion to love and...
taking out the trash
While taking out some trash this afternoon
I observed how quiet it was outside.
In the ordinariness of this action
I became very aware of myself as silence
in relation to Nature.
even when sounds arise...