Bora born
Sensing someone _
A burble of blenders earmarks their set day
with senses aloof how open is the mind
to feed into life's streams of flexible dreams
or locked behind barred doors of ritual signs.
Barbara arrives yet her destiny's recalled
a matriarch replete while her son strips bare
emotions raw in a tidal tug of war
reality bites with common sense still rare.
Time lines shorten, three's company soon minus two
with a no show from the golden showers girl.
Two plus one from the land of the rising sun
the plans of mere mice and men tethered unfurled.
His word given he resets the scene, feet up
on a canvas chair, pad on lap biro in hand
then rest on the breath to slow down to new depths
ripped paper thin, less sense of this one man band.
“May I use your biro?”, a voice from behind
drifts across the shadows of the bohdi tree.
He's just settled, his quiet brian rests unrattled
on the commons, free talk unwinds on the breeze.
From India's big smoke to meet on this day
under the heart shaped leaves of the people's tree.
Invited to sit on the spare empty seat
two men regroup to form this new company.
Time to send, the chatter lays down on the breath
the sense of it all moves a silent entry.
Down he goes, with the silent ebb like free flow
of the life force in the ethers so gently.
To recall within the image by design
of the fox tail palm's silhouette in relief.
Then the slow rhythm begins from deep within
in a drummed sound like a resting heart beat.
From left field comes the tell while aju watches
to flip side another's california dream
in a patterned beat illusive on her cheek
global mindfulness connected rarely seen.
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© 5 jan 2013 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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