I wish I had Wings

I wish I had wings
I’d leave this prison
of gravity behind
and go up and up
grazing the tops of
dazzling green trees
swaying in the wind
I’d soar through
the mists of bright clouds
breathing in freedom
and moist particles
of fog and rain
I’d turn my face
to the sun
warm
warming
my insides
breaking the prison
of flesh and bone
wide open
I’d bathe in sweet
moon rays
and drink
the dust of stars
filling my heart
with ancient light
I’d look down
at the swarming
earth, but I’d never
look back.

Janavi Held © 2017


Break & Fly Free

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Excerpt from Martin Luther King Jr. Nobel speech

“Yet, in spite of these spectacular strides in science and technology, and still unlimited ones to come, something basic is missing. There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers.”

-Martin Luther King Jr. Nobel speech

IN THE SEA WITH TRAFFIC

Monsoon Dreams

snow black swan

 

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.

Janavi Held © 2017

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Flooding

Flooding. jpgThe Sky in the heart.

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.

~ Janavi Held © 2017

Out on This Natural limb

Out on This Natural limb

 

On the ends

of wind-waving branches

I build my residence

watching all manner

of creatures grow into living

the fragrance of the wind

carrying pollen and ozone

feeds my inner ocean

as long fingers of sunlight reach

the vast expanse of my seeing.

Out on this natural limb

I wait for morning

clinging to the inside

of the earth’s desires.

 

~Janavi Held © 2017

Flying

Soaked

Soaked

 

A dead sea soaks

in memory

its form

now shapeless

has far to go

to be lost to

the little bits of

thought still

swimming its

dry banks.

 

My thoughts swell

memories tremble there

old incomplete sentences

structured in timeless

yawning, titanic clouds

blocking the realness of

now.

 

Janavi Held © 2017

 

Watching

Horizon

Horizon

 

I move too

as the waves

pierce the horizon

that distance

unattainable

longs for me as well

to embellish my ears

with wind

to swallow my eyes

inside that insatiable horizon.

 

Janavi Held © 2017

 

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