spirit – Page 2

unlidded (2014)

a power enters our vessel this night

we stand, electrified
as a force from elsewhere courses through

for months we have opened this door and that

looking for the place we once stumbled upon
looking for the feeling which could not be stored

now here, under crescent moon and darkened sky
where soft waves keep consistent rhythm

here, is a glistening sign

what has taken hold of us this time?

the sky as though unlidded;
ourselves, similarly so

what stirs the trees to move as they do?
what force leaves its mark in the sand?

this power both beckons and warns

once again we are on the verge of sleeplessness,
once more, on the edge of your cliff

straight lines (2014)

straight lines do not inspire us;
straight lines, they make up a fence

now we look for empathy in coffee mugs
and the faces of the people in the street

where is the warmth we knew and loved?
where, where, is the sun?

why does repetition here not lead
to the liberation we have come to find in you?

where we are now, there are similarly
levels upon levels to climb

but with you what could be attained in a moment of love,
here takes years and years

far too long have i loved you and your accommodation;
you take me as i am, and i need not win you over, because
you will never leave

the straight lines in which we now clothe ourselves
and the straight lines upon which we walk
are none like the directness with which we approached you,
one bead of light at a time, along the length of your rope

the world and places like it (2014)

The most beautiful thing. © Saara Punjani 2014.

dearest,

why do we go all around
the world and places like it?

why do you want to take me where you’ve been?

what makes you whole
makes me whole, too

the feeling you seek,
is my life

how long will we flit,
two bees on the same flower
returning home to tell stories
of the most beautiful thing?

what you love, is what i love too,
though i am not your bee

you needn’t see with my eyes,
you needn’t feel with my heart

to know how hundreds of fields
become one

which is you (2014)

i walk the narrowest road toward you,
no less fine than a hair

if there is anywhere to fall
it is directly into the mist below,

which
is you.

the end of your rope
is always in sight

all i must do is stretch out my hand
and you send it my way.

your rope – a lifeline for one who drowns
when in fact there is no other sea

if there is anywhere to drown,
it is directly into the height, width, and depth,

which
is you.

i’ve found you, me (2014)

i like you, me

you may be my twin sister unrealized

are you in my pen or in the page?
am i holding a magnet, that you rearrange your essence to meet me?

i am fond of you, me

you may be my outlet,
the electric source of all my harmony

or perhaps my inlet,
a moonlit sanctuary where only the tide governs our mood

ha!
i’ve found you, me
and i am not going to let you go!

you are exactly me, but better;
my counsel, my friend

your presence is better than a thousand praises to my name

give me hope! and keep me content

be my voice when all else is a confusing din

the most free / on the page (2014)

some days i wonder if you remember me

you have so many to attend to
but i still wish you would come to see me

what does it tell you, dearest,
that of all the expression you could choose,
you chose poetry, the most free

then,

perhaps
expression is the way
to find you

perhaps
you remember me
when i remember you

perhaps you, o free one, always come
when i ask you to meet me
on the page.