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That Moment Bodhisattwa Parekh I lost my total balance. I suddenly turn to anti-gravity direction. So, the floor is now like a ceiling. The normal path twists strangely and steeply. My head is going downward. A moment of this dizziness Then maybe The world will be right again. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
A Fresh, Bright Curve Bodhisattwa Parekh A side branch stretches, Green reaching light. The main trunk stands firm. But this new shoot dances. It tells a different story. A whisper of the wood. Not the heartwood, But a fresh, bright curve. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
Uncertain Bodhisattwa Parekh Edges become blurred. Against the pale wall. Not quite human. Or not a not even a tree. A tall lean dirty, Breathing stillness where the streetlamp dies. It waits, it just waits, with no clear face. A trick of the light, maybe. or something else. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
A Fantasy Dream Bodhisattwa Parekh Wings of spun moonlight lifted me high. Below, a silent city of glass and shadow. A silver river sang secrets. To a sleeping stone. I touched a star. It dissolved like mist. You appear there. Then, again, disappeared. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
The Way of My Healing Bodhisattwa Parekh A serene path beneath old oaks, A familiar bend in the river. They call me back, but with a soft hum, A melody only my heart loves. When the noise of the day presses down, and my bones want some rest, I close my eyes. The melody plays a gentle and an endless tune. It smooths the rough edges, this beloved landscape singing low. And I am healing again. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
The Observation Bodhisattwa Parekh Earth's weeping, a cool blessing on the dry skin of the world. It holds on to this ancient paste, absorbing the light. We step through it, our soles sinking, a brief surrender to shaping power. Cleansing the way, washing the dust of urgency from our hurried steps. I thought it was just dirt mixed with rain, a temporary stain on the path. But when I finally washed my hands cleanly, I watched as the imprint of my soul remained. Already hardening into stone. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
A Bit of Compromise Bodhisattwa Parekh The proper way to load a dishwasher, A small hill to climb. You insist on the plates facing out. I argue for the inward curve. A silent stalemate over foam and washing aid. Two truths in a small kitchen. We settle for a compromise, a slightly less clean pile. Still friends, mostly. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
A Grand, World-shaking Idea Bodhisattwa Parekh A twinkle catches fire, displaying a vast, hidden blueprint Opens in the stillness of the mind. It calls for a rearrangement of stars, A shift in the very way we breathd. This isn’t just a fleeting thought; it’s the turning key to a broader, Unlocked sky. It shatters the old stone, this brilliant, yet scary Seed of something entirely new. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
Feeling The Truth The light shifts, dust motes dance, A brief and bright flurry. We look outward, to the loud noises, The urgent bells. But there is a rhythm underneath, A slow but steady beat. There resides the sure and hidden truth, Unseen but always felt. Lines: 8 Topic ▶︎ |
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