Death, Earthly voids & Spiritual quest, Mental Health

At the peak, prana down

The golden threads sunken under my rib cage
A make believe for me to feel less alone
But the truth is a rock face,
And I am climbing it alone
As I feel its colossal presence in my heart,
My yearning feels very small
At the summit,
My fiery phoenix never born
Only a thousand crystal shards
From my solar plexus fall into the icy abyss

Art: Jean Georges

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Buddhism, Kryptonite, love, Mental Health

Caution Tells

Not for the faint of the heart,
To lean into the longing
The heavy metallic dust
In the moonlit misery
I see it now,
The “Golden Girl” with
Obscure passion towards the seductive thread
Of a strayed friend

With dread,
I’m pierced into these toxic platitudes
Yet, my heart races for that final rest
Pumping red
Pulsating in my head

Have favor in me red
Even though their love will never come
Please don’t close the valves

Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha

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Kryptonite, Mental Health

Rupture

Rupture

Feels like an eternity chill on the rank,
As a rook passes through my heart
The forget-me-nots decay
The white elephant just fades,
To that room
Filled with regretfully sandblasted sculptures
The opportunities never fully-opened
Like fallen snowflakes on shoes,
Melting and evaporating
Sinking truth broken
Particle by particle
Pressure released
Downpour to the deep

 

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Mental Health, Therapy

Pulsate

In this year, what cloth should I wear?
Yesterday’s madhouse pulled out from that big dark dyeing vat
Passionate red
Confusion at the edge
Goes beyond the edge
Again, back towards the middle
Winter rings appear numb but vibrate in longing

Left me a note
On the phone table
Tabbed the brakes,
To repair the mind

Arrived at the session
But mind and love have run off
This silence, blue and green, pulsates
But it doesn’t invoke yesterday’s purple blade
Soaked in a tantalizing name

Art: Peter Sedgley

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Mental Health, Mine Na Poem

Tornado

Clutching for balance
Unavoidable through straw stark nights
Lost within the gap
Caged in need,
Of rippled static

Surrender in the frightful whirlwind
That moves in silence,
Like a thief in the night
To open wounded doors
And swell in my belly
A nebulous mouth,
Until everything rushes out,
Cleansed
And left with a bosom unfettered

    Words & Art by: NaRa

 

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Mental Health, Mine Na Poem

Resplendent Rainbow

How I feel you
On the prowl
I’m the projector of emotional auras
Your titillating colors slip and slid over me like silky ribbon ties
No longer a fixation of identity,
As my rigid selves enter nature’s magical transplanting
Submerged in NaNa, the greens of Nara’s richness of empathy
The arching of hope

Yet, in times there comes a counterpart in my being
A pulling away from the vivid arc in the horizon
And the colors muddle down into one block of black rune, resting on my chest

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