Nazakat ⚛︎ ✾

Shruti - she would prefer to listen and think

in different directions rather than in oppositions,

to meet the full circle of her portrait.

she would not be imposed upon

but chivy her way out of one who chivies her.

her good vibes weave her porous boundaries

textured between her inside and out

to find beautiful ways for us.

 

as the willy whale dives and disappears

before the final sunset, the sun down several times

horizon shaped, waves movement in foreground;

a constant oscillation between

the grasping of meaning and its loss,

nothing is lost; everything belongs.

the sun sets and the music just expands...

each sun-set matures - impressions of the moment

be that as it may be a temporal horizon

the estimated temporal horizon of its effect

was not meant to be limited to that moment.

wavy unruly curls; not fickle minded she is.

between the waves of our mind, we meet her

to find an unexpected conjuration.

therein lies hidden promise in her portrait

layered in a particular relation

between space and time

and suddenly the light enough the sight

life through the eyes of a beautiful dream

 

certain ghost suddenly being out of that time

hovering in these spaces infinite,

we end up going in circles of 8-fold skies.

in the final frontier, after scaling all the heights

won one but none in a galaxy of stories.

then, we cannot hide our gravity of mistakes.

how come you can't fly anymore?

where you gonna hide this time

we are all passengers on the same ship.

hesitant, we all returned to our bubbles

broom broom, abrasive forces back in the game.

tangles a series of beseeching questions;

struck on the breastbone? the bare soul.

opposite waves shaping presence-absence

contrary dimensions of lived experience.

portrait takes shape in the constant abrasion

of the relationships of our estimated horizons

respectful approach to an ocean of materials

some thoughts, just a bud. others in full bloom.

'here', upon this bank and shoal of time.

she retains an unfinished magic

that retains pure possibility of beauty

and ocean-full promise to be unfolded in time.

spaciousness offered to inner experience

harmonizing energy flows unhindered.

the smoke knows if there is wind

flashes of emotional vulnerability in honesty

she shines and vibrates with authenticity;

buffered. each breath, fiercely, gracefully...

 

back to the epigraph of her Nazakat

 

to photograph her best is to see the familiar

breeze through the liminal moments

 

and respirate the immortal fragrance

 

 

Done