The Jasmine Blooms

Ron’s Voice

 

The jasmines are blooming, and tonight, under a full moon,
each blossom will be embraced in moonlight. Their fragrance
more than enticing, hypnotic, soothing, with an allusion

to some mystery that lingers and is then forgotten,
from a garden long ago. There is something you said,
a question you may have asked, a song we sought together

in silence. Are you the flute and myself the player, or is this a song
we share together? In notes entwined in deepest intimacy,
in conversations, in time, where time is lost in breathlessness.

One desire fades and another calls as you call out to me. Come forth,
and let us dance this dance of many beginnings. Let us dance together
with each constellation and in our dancing heal one world

after another, across ten billion worlds or more, within eternity.
Holiness, wholeness, is one human heart in harmony with another,
in certain unity with creation, in worlds without end.

 

 

Morning Jasmine

Ambika’s – Voice Recalls

 

Morning Jasmine

bids me stillness

after night’s golden moon has sung

 

witness to human antics

to understand lunar extrapolations

 

pulling of threads to uncoil

secrets of the universe

 

so much light through forest

winding paths for hikers

where my friend and I sat

gazing at this super moon

 

million crickets to one side

a silken hum to our left

 

we shared notes

as though to write in the dust

would scratch up

creative intelligence

 

fragrance of trees behind us

spoke in notches for eyes

charcoal lined moon

 

Can we be in harmony with

discord? So much lies in those homes

across this divide

of night shadows lean trees

shrubs of blankets

 

we giggle

mosquitoes are silent

this expectation to control world

with our desire

 

even jasmine buds nestle

sway in silence fragrant in summer

breeze the way our eyes glance

 

white jasmine fall from sky

like stars: this chaos

makes me happy

 

open my mouth

swallow moon

 

 

Laughter Is Its Own Healing

Ron’s – Voice a Final Response

 

Laughter is its own healing,
one that turns our
world around.

May we speak of desire,
of joyfulness, pleasure
and delight?

The white jasmine’s scent tickles
my nose, its blossom pleases the eye,
revealing something hidden

within. Is not this true for you?
A hand reaches out to caress a
face, an aspect, while a thousand

neurons arouse the brain. Ah,
the body-mind knows this pleasure,
the pleasure of another’s

touch. And the heart, what does
the heart know, the seat of wisdom?
It is good to love. When it beckons,

let us follow with pleasure and
come to know one another.

Who may I touch today?

Who may I love once more now? How
will I share my life? Life calls; life
calls out to life, beyond the chaos.

When my desire turns from joy to
sorrow, as it will, let me embrace
it with my whole life, accepting chaos.

Between joy and sorrow
there is an endless balance,
a resting mindfulness.

In this passing and accepting we
find our truest ecstasy, in perfect
love we find no fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Taoli-Ambika Talwar

Ron Starbuck