To the Poem...

You think you are invisible.
You are wrong.

I know that you are

hiding behind time...

I can see you when

Time is moved

by Sisyphus' hands.

I can see you when

He kneads the clayey wood

and the trees grow a little

I can see you

when He dims the Sun for the night               

and the skies glow a little

Whenever trees grow,

I catch a glimpse

of your blue green eyes

that behold the beauty

of the universe.

I do not know who you are.

For you come to me

In whispers. In

broken words that

ring in running waters…

All I know is that

knowing you is

knowing me in your words.

And meeting you is

meeting every bit of me.

Sujāṭa

When you stirred

And waited
For the rice to soak in sweetness
Did you know?


Still when the cardamom
And cloves 
Wafted out in invisible smoke
Did you realize yet?


That an entire Kalpa had held its breath

And watched                         and waited

While your fistful of rice

Cooked and swelled in your hearth

That

Your cardamom and cloves

Still waft today

And the words

From the Mouth you fed

Are whispered even today...