Saturday, October 8, 2011

Abhaya

The Goddess takes my face in her hands
And tenderly turns me back, head on
into the wind.

"You don't have to worry about the weather" she whispers,
        placing the beating heart of life into my own two hands
             "or anything
             else
                for that matter".


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5 comments:

  1. KalyanOctober 9, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    simply beautiful...nicely crafted words!

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  2. Ed PilollaOctober 10, 2011 at 4:45 AM

    truly gorgeous. take my face for comfort, then send me out with everything i need to survive and be happy.

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  3. rivercatOctober 10, 2011 at 5:16 AM

    The night shrieks like an animal
    and the wind glances back like some random
    stranger and so beats the heart of life
    like a synonym for mercurial or a writer's
    critique, but in this dream things are hopeful
    and life has been stripped bare
    holding softly in the tortured air

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  4. Yours TrulyOctober 11, 2011 at 4:15 PM

    your hand, dear heart?
    the bull?

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  5. WhateverOctober 28, 2011 at 5:31 PM

    Yes My hand :) No Bull here! xo

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