The Box

Step out
Look around
Breathe in
Or blow out.

Stretch back
Relax
Eyes shut
Ears open.

Feet spinning
Lights dimming
Warmth fading
The chill overtaking.

Earth giving way
To a gentle sway
Knees crumble and shatter
As a moment matters.

An abyss below
The heavens above
Sides no more
The top and the bottom
Close in.

The breath and the arch
The spirit and the match
Decide for each one
The shape of their Box.

Caterpillars and Butterflies

Caterpillars and Butterflies
Lambs and Sheep
Tadpoles and Frogs
Fawn and Deer
They all change so fast
Just the way
You Crazy Kids Do!

Wishes, whispers and someOne

A tap on my shoulder
A presence passes by
My head turns
Only to catch a glance.

A raindrop on my nose
A sunbeam on my lips
Together they form
Wishes and bliss.

A whisper in the dark
A thistle with a mark
Causes a storm
In a space so warm.

A quiet impatience
Fills this bubble.

And
As this world collides
These emotions churn
Their hearts survive
Only because
There is someOne above.

Soul and Heart

Will you be my heart?
Will you be my soul?
Will you be all that's falling apart?
Or will you burn it all in the stove?

Will the rain wash this feeling away?
Will the tears prove that I have paid?
Will the oceans sweep me away?
Or will I seethe until all is arrayed?

Soul, oh Soul, will you stay?
Will you rest until it is day?
Will you chase the fireflies?
Or will you play with this mountain of lies?

Heart, oh Heart, will you remain?
Will you lay unbroken in pain?
Will you touch the lion's mane?
Or will you claim that it's all insane?

God Has Healed

Each Summer Night
Passes to bring Rainy Cheer,
Yet the one thing that rings true
Is my heart's one belief
"God has Healed".

Trials come
Worry prevails
Yet to my lips remain
"God has Healed".

Sanity questioned
Love undeterred
Yet Spirit secure
My words melt to say
"Rafael".

Ordinary Days, Extraordinary Ways

On an Ordinary Day

I don't see the sky

The blue and the grey

Don't even step in time.

I walk all day

With my eyes wide shut.

And when it finally rains,

I'm clearly stuck in a rut.

The moon hidden on a plane,

None can explain

The crickets exclaim,

"Hop to the tick,

Or stuck you'll be in slick!"

That's just an Ordinary Day.

The air churns around

Claiming each sound,

But hear my voice

Ring out loud.

"I'm no Ordinary Me

Just an Extraordinary She."

So each Ordinary Day,

Changes in Extraordinary Ways.

The Growing Wall

It was a blisteringly warm Monday morning. India's 64th Independence Day, nevertheless. And I'd found my home facing the back compound wall on which I'd been growing my wall mural but had touched for 5 months. My brother wanted the table blue but Mom didn't know that she could use the acrylic paint I had since Christmas to paint on wood. Plus, he'd already finished varnishing it maroon. So, I picked up the blue painted and painted the shelf instead. Its a startlingly bright blue, but I love the warmth it exudes. I couldn't help myself, but as soon as i'd finished the shelf, i made a bee-line for the back wall. The can of blue acrylic paint in hand, and a rather large brush. The first part of the mission was cover up from the first attempt. The first time i started painting the back wall, I had really tiny brushes so by the time I had finished the centre piece, I was tired but didn't want to stare a copious amounts of blank peach stone walls. So blotched it with my infamous handprinting technique. It was all going to change in a few minutes. And, It did! The texture of the stone wall allowed me to create a something that on parchment would take me forever to master. I could feel the stone speaking to me. I could feel their sighs of relief that they were not just beige or peach but they were going to be worth much more when I was done for the day. The blue really popped in the sunlight and the purplish brown held the pulse together. I could take my own roots finding its ground. I could feel myself reach out to the Earth and be one with Her even if it was just for a lil bit.