Now is still, quiet, grounded, boundaried
By the lack of movement
That could change anything or
Everything if I choose to make contact
With something or somebody
Including thoughts, memories , dreams.
Nothing is empty in the present
The air tingles my skin
Fills my ears with titinus
That rises to my head
And spreads a chill
Down my spine
The night is getting cold
Now that I pay attention
To the time for
It is late and
Everybody sleeps but
I am awake and alone.
I am not lonely
Just alert and far from
Fatigue, far from wanting to sleep
For I dream livelier dreams
Awake than asleep
And they are sweet.
Sleep is in the future
Now is wide awake
The cold dissipate
Transforms into heat
Engulfs my body in a sweat
I love it.
No thoughts to disturb me
Just quiet tranquility
A moment I could spare
To reflect on the day or
Whatever, but now
Is good enough the way it is.
Time appears so still
Yet the clock ticks
Like a metronome
So that I may synch
With life the way its is
Unpredictable yet peaceful.
Feelings start to stir
Deep inside my corps
My blood flows to my heart
And throught my torso
Runs through my limbs
Like a marathon.
I desire desire
Want to want
What cannot be vocalized
The silence breaks my flow
Yet I don’t want to give
To what nobody knows.
Something is moving inside
Towards a direction I cannot describe
Perhaps someone else can put in words
What I am feeling
As the chill climbs up my back
To fill the silent gap with something.
Something is rather empty
Devoid of movement, of life
Now no longer works for me
Its too silent, too quiet
My heart beats for excitement
My blood stirs for desire.
Desire to love and be loved
The way love fills up a room
And company is a pleasant
Moving energy between
Soul, spirit, mind and body
Now is not the time.
Now is time to work
To find a new beginning
To find a generous hope
That can be shared
And cultivated
With bright emotions.
My dreams are now aroused
My head is empty
But my skin is alive
My breath is gentle
My mouth does not know
What it holds inside.
Like a river I flow
Into many streams I travel
Towards a sea that cannot be reached
From where I am sitting
For now is not the time
To be moving.
©Venus Easwaran Narayan
2016