Memory

I’ve walked so far
and gotten nowhere.
I contain endless memories
yet I own nothing.

My heart knows
the falling out
the falling down
the falling away

it remembers breaking
and dreams of ascending
and the endless labors
which daily life is famous for.

Titanic, lying memories
forfeiting time
lay in shards
at my feet.

My eyes clarify
without the nescience
of those terrestrial daydreams
and an ancient aria

I forgot to look for
shouts louder now
from the inside
of my temporary heart.

JH © 2017

Monsoon Dreams

 

 

Monsoon Dreams

Bleached and tattered
bark of tree
leaves mired in wild wind
endless sights
of fragrant meadows
transparence filtering
flying pollen
and wet laden clouds
with white
and gray
monsoon dreams
inside atoms
resides the
restless
Master
playing
in a forest
of His
own making.

JH © 2017

Divine Names

 

 

Divine Names

Your divine
Names wander
into my words
my open mouth
drinking that
temptation is
utterly fed here
sitting under another
spring sky.
We have been
together for so long
yet, during the cold,
wet winter
I forgot to be happy
forgot the feeling
of Your warm air
on my skin
and how
Your flowers
make me laugh.
And today
I can’t remember
why I left You
forsaking the
authenticity
of our eternal
friendship.

JH © 2017

Flooding

 

Flooding

Within the
shadowy waters
of illusion
I built thick
castle walls
sunken deep
in those hazy waters
my heart froze
and slept for eons.
Awakened from this
deep sleep of ignorance
by a flood of
Your liberating
monsoon rain
You’ve opened the sky
in my heart
and the
walls of my fortress
are a sunken wreck
I have floated
to the surface
waves
crushed my body
as I rose You
carefully collected
all the lost parts
and knitted me
together with
Your lovely hands
saturated with
eternal love.

JH © 2017

Look a Little Harder

 

 

Look a Little Harder

For value
in the heart
underneath
the skin
in the eyes
bright
the designs
clouds make
at the love
even if it’s far
at the moon
sliver, at
the way
the light
rises at dawn
look a little
harder
the love
is there
perhaps
under a
mossy rock
in the
churning
river water
or in the
dark of
midnight
blankets
of star-shine
against
a canvas
of black
light, there
somewhere
is beauty
in the wind
moving through
veiny leaves
shimmering
in the sun
as it soaks
into the
parched
earth, there
perhaps
at dawn
when the sky
exhales and
gently spreads
its light
sliding across
the horizon
spilling
onto rooftops
and sleepy
eyes, there
some love
creeps
shyly, there
in the restless
waves, deep
in an ocean
blue, florescent
fish roam
and the light
sinks deep
golden patters
caress the
the watery
floor, incandescent
eyes flourish
in this
luminous, vast
mystery, there
is some value
within the
sounds of
a summer
rain, so
sweet, there
in the sky
thunderous
blue light
cracking
the ether
churning
the sky
the clouds
into the
shape
of wind
blossoming
flowers
in your heart
the soul
measureless
spark of
dazzling love
there you are.

~ JH © 2017