Beyond time

Somehow,

you know.

Your time has come.

Yet, you hold on.

You don't want to let go.

It's too early, no?

Another day passes by.

No no, not yet goodbye!

Inevitable though, and you know,

that moment will come, to go.

     Time stops.

     Eternity pops.

You feel uplifted.

Somehow, something shifted.

You wonder : “where am I?”

Then, dear ones come nigh.

Slowly dawns recognition,

amazed you are, by the transition.

More gather in warm embrace,

a hearty welcome on every face.

They emanate their love,

unworldly, from above.

     Only in family reunited,

     can eternal peace be ignited.

Menuka

Nov 22, 2009

22-11-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door Menuka  

Twin Soul

For Seppe, my soul brother

Dawn of time was not long past,

our family commenced it's journey.

How long would it last ?

Experiences as always, abundant,

to serve soul's evolution.

None, were ever, redundant.

Side by side, unwavering, we stood,

facing all life offered.

God, was it ever good !!

Civilization seemingly reaching it's acme,

mother and son, sharing perfect harmony.

From heaven and earth struck apocalyptic downfall,

it's memory still lingers within us all.

Suddenly, violently, abruptly, separated.

Our pain still hasn't abated.

Our souls' search started.

So often would we, again, be parted.

Your beautiful, radiant eyes so laden with sadness,

I recognized them, or … was it madness ?

Our family's traits, one by one, you disclosed.

My joy soared high: no circumstances opposed.

Only soul's eyes behold true reality,

yours saw through the veil

and, ecstatically, recognized my long sought identity.

Human eyes – by nature – are restricted.

Society conditioned,

they were not in favor of what I depicted.

Unconditionally, for ever, my love is thine.

For now on a higher level,

with the promise of physicality for a next time.

Menuka

Mar 22, 2009

22-03-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door Menuka  

Ash Saturday

The stage was set:

Years of drought

  water reduced to naught,

    nature delicately brittle.

Temperatures soaring high

  foretold of combustion nigh,

    a spark, something so little.

Winds at highway speed

  a newly paved road, decreed,

   Fire spirit, easily swept away.

Yearly recurring event

  preparation, as always, eminent,

    dreading, yet now, any day.

Then entered an unknown actor,

the deciding factor:

Secretively veiled,

 dark, so ominous.

Smokely blended,

 perfumed, yet sulfurous.

Loudly muffled,

 Cackling, no ballad.

Strongly overshadowed,

 yet putrid palate.

Hair raising vibration,

 it would shudder a nation.

Sheer terror struck,

Panic ran rampant, alongside luck.

Life threatening fear

prompted the weirdest decision.

Water no longer contained

became a useless feint.

Salvation seemed near,

next, a deadly collision.

Run, run, run for your life !!!

What kind of a future life ?

Desperate search for dear,

reality to difficult to envision.

Relief and shelter were provided.

Had the anguish subsided ?

A horrifying performance came somehow to an end,

its role played out, only to its own content.

Burnt paw touched humane hand

touched, worldwide,

each

and all

of mankind.

Menuka

Mar 11, 2009

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