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I want to remember You
On my bed of stars
final kiss goodbye
to pink peach sunrises
purple peacock sunsets

I want to remember You
Beloved Sai
Wind blown hair on
luminous banks
of the Chitravati
Marvelous miracles
that only God could create

I want to remember
Your glorious eyes
embracing mine
and the healing touch
of Your holy hand

I want to remember You... Sai

I want to remember You... Sai
I went for an adventurous walk through a wooded lot next to our house this afternoon.

It's Spring break and the neighborhood kids bursting with jubilant energy, boisterous laughter and inate curiosity showed me a path through the densely knitted patch of forest. Their bright little elfin faces, venturesome spirits made me feel like a child again, only taller, lol.

They wanted show me the fort they had built further into the thicket, but good sense reigned when I observed the thorny winding branches, briar and looping vines,
I graciously declined.

I thought to myself, "Oh what a wonderful spot to sit and write poetry... and meditate...
when the kids were back in school, lol.
An interesting thing happened before the election,
both parties were rooting for their chosen candidate
with fever pitched excitement.
David and I favored the
Biden/Harris ticket.
in fact, first time ever we planted
a sign on our front lawn.

Everyday felt like a horse race.
Then one evening as we went
for a relaxing stroll,
we ran into a neighbor who was
an avid horticulturist,
he was perched on the side
of the road examining wildflowers
he looked at us and
said, "I don't mean to be political
but do you know what this flower is called?"
I said, "Daisy?" It was a small
dainty daisy looking blossom
he said, "It's called the
Biden family Daisy."  
Both David and I gasped with delight
What an auspicious omen,
all was boding well for Biden/Harris.

Then post election, after Biden/Harris
won the presidency
and the fervor and tension calmed down,
I noticed on a morning jaunt
Biden Daisy families exploding in size.
They romped through
urban street meadows, neighborhood lawns
sides of the road,
their jolly miniature white and
yellow pinwheel faces
bobbing in the breeze.

Suddenly my eyes caught
something quite unusual,
the white pearl petals on some of
the Biden family daisies
had transformed into
vibrant purple amethyst petals
"How Royal!" I thought to myself
and befitting our new leaders
The feet I love to kiss
walks towards me
on soft pink lotus clouds
my sari flutters in the
poignant breeze
from every pore of my body
a rose blossoms and
falls at His adorable feet
I bow low to the Earth
the fragrance of Eternity
envelops me
His Heavenly beauty
deepens with every step
I cling to the feet
that will ferry me across
the raging ocean
Dear One have mercy
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Hussein Dekmak Mar 2021
Your words were like a beautiful song, yet your silence was like a sacred prayer.

Hussein Dekmak
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Ohhhh I can smell
Spring!

Hints of mint, rose and
verdant notes

Little birds and buds
beginning to open
their petals, unfold
their newborn wings

Sky, blue skinned
celestial Goddess
dances
wrapped in whirling
gossamer gowns

On the barren tree
of my heart
flowers are blossoming

Here is one
especially for You!
Descovia Jan 2021
Feeling the gravitational pull of the forces surrounding my essence.

My deities answered my calling to ascend, to become transformed, and accepted my offering! Provided nourishment in blessings, from other dimensions!

Received from my moment of profound meditation.

Deep mysteries of the unknown sleeping in space, aligns truth within the constellations revealing reminders this is nothing more than a illusion.


Deceived by moral corruption in mystifying concepts.

Is fiction reality? What is
considered intangible, and understandable?

When will it all make sense?

We spiral in the formation of our galaxy.

In which expectations are countless, but are not in field of our control.

As we wait for time to bring us home
Beloved
How can I enchant You
not by fancy hairdos,
red lipstick and kohl lined eyes

Only by a heart perfumed
with love, service and devotion

Only by soft, sweet words and songs
falling like white roses at Your feet

Only by thoughts illumined
and sanctified with
Your constant presence

O Glorious Love
the temple door is decorated
with mango leaves
and marigold blossoms

Inside your bride waits for You
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