Guest Authors
Taoli-Ambika Talwar & Ron Starbuck - Poets - Authors - Artists
Voices
Two Poets – Two Souls – Two Spirits
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.
Copyright 2012 – All Rights Reserved
Taoli-Ambika Talwar
Ron Starbuck
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