These poems and paintings were made to accompany each other.
They are presented here in
Random Order
They are presented here in
Random Order
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A Pearl in the Nest I is the gift Yet I is the grift; I is the rift Yet I is the lift; I is one pole Yet I is the whole; I is the nest of loops and thorns Yet I is the pearl in the song of morns An eye in the night An I-less insight. ekoh © 2015 |
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Here and Gone Before this eyeless I, Time suddenly stopped flowing; Upstream and downstream folded together In the embrace of an instant, And I could see her exist and incist In a single pulse; Bursting open in form and Swallowed back in the void, In the same breath; Before the I-less eye, The seed and the flower were one, The streaming life suspended In a simultaneous ebb and flow, The door of birth and that of death Sharing the same threshold; My I-less child, Here and gone, Out of time. ekoh © 2015 |
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Life Between Your Hands Look at us! Moths fluttering around accidental beacons, Fireflies mesmerized in a jittery dance of flares, Night dogs spellbound by the one-eyed Sphinx; Look at us! Contraptions melting under countless suns, Searching outbound, entangled in snares, Ending up preys of hidden brinks; And yet lies within, The exquisite soothing light, Longing for your sight, The cool fire of life, For you to hold between your hands. ekoh © 2015 |
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The Hand that Urges Have you seen the end of the world? Towards colorful horizons my legs carried me Till they could move no more; There was no end but the quaking of my flesh. Through life-bearing waters my arms pulled me Till my lungs could hold no more; There was no end but the seizure of the breath. Into the blaze of passion my blood pulled me Till my nights turned hollow; There was no end but a screaming of my heart. Across the heights of mankind's flights my mind winged me Till its wings grew entangled; There was no end but the dead-ends in the maze of thought. From reaching the end, I was held back, From falling over the cliff, I was kept; What is that hand that guards? And yet, Out of the slumber of the known, I was shaken, Out of the safety of the nest, I was goaded, What is that hand that urges? ekoh © 2015 |
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The Lovers’ Den
Among the beads of a morning dream, There flowed the seeds of a wordless stream; Within the grace of our intimate space, We spun the lace of our sweet embrace; Behind the folds of our hearts untold, Under veils of silk we sipped the milk Of lovers’ dew, As lovers do ekoh © 2015 |
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Tenderness Together in this embrace, Savoring aloneness; In each other’s tenderness, Relishing in oneness; In our souls’ caress, The cool fire of love’s grace. ekoh © 2015 |
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The Forest There is a forest that has two edges; One edge we can see, from the outside in, One edge they can see, from the inside out. In our minds, their world is amazing, In their hearts, our world is a maze. On the edge, We are, The others. ekoh © 2015 |
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From I to Eye
You know of one birth, A choiceless coming; The flesh unfolding Between sky and earth. You know of one birth, A shunning of death; Relying on breath, Longing for worth. You know of one birth, Which opens your eyes On your life as a prize Between fill and dearth. But there is a birth, Which is yours by choice, For your soul to rejoice Beyond fill and dearth. A coming to be, Which opens the eye With a deathless sigh Upon a shadowless sea. Close your eyes And you may see; A withering I, A turning key… ekoh © 2015 |
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