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and when the stars fell

 

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The mist is just right
to be fed into the mouths of the trees.
How many sentient beings must be hungry ?
Yet
there is a filled hollowness
in the depths of the mountain cliffs
and it’s the silence that moves
inside the incense smoke
that is insatiable
like a belly
deep in the three worlds.

© Malintha Perera 2016

Look at us rolling on the grass.
When you are top of me I see the indefiniteness of the sky.
When I’m over you the grass is like a molecule
inside a micro grain.
Isn’t this like falling into deep space
that will never bring a floor to hold us ?
We pick up so many seeds
that are swollen with words.
They tug our clothes and even cling to us.
We brush them away with hands full of each other.
Wiping away scrolls rooted and tied
and when we are about to part I take away the twigs from your hair, smoothing
it with my trembling fingers.
My throat has this huge lump.
I see the sky differently through my tears just behind you.
I stare longingly at it and you follow my gaze and smile.
Do you see what I’m trying not to say ?
It’s everything why we are here.
We kiss and we part.
Always looking back till one of us gets swallowed by a gaping hill.
The field is not empty.
Some creatures come out after we are gone.
We have scared them away with our laughter.
A grasshopper sits where we are now.
On the crushed grass.
We have left signs behind.
My sandals entangled with your shoes.
They look like our        discarded bodies we leave
on the earth someday.
A mongoose sniffs them and carries one away.
An earthworm is already climbing up a shoe lace.
The dew has made them soggy.
Is this being ?
Is this existence ?
There are no labels.
Not even a truth.

© Malintha Perera 2016

flowers take up the space     within me
to such an                 extent
so much so that when I walk along the path
i get
lost
inside the flat lands
touching so many wild flowers

i don’t mean to          carry so much of their scent with me
I keep reminding myself that they are my
emptiness
that whispers so many teachings
that I can overlook the weeds that have grown within me
that this ache I feel
is nothing
compared to the fullness of things

© Malintha Perera 2016

The rain has gone.
It has pulled away my words along with it.
I’m left to dry on a chair
looking at nothing.
My hand has drawn nonsense
on the notebook
of mated lines and circles.
I have ruined many pages.
I have searched
for a nameless self.

© Malintha Perera 2016

Leafing through the speechless trees.
They have stopped turning
the sense around.I stop at the openings.
Space
within           space

freeing               chains.
A bee’s wing.
Water tongues
lapping    void.

The light is a formless   spray
sprinkling on my face.

Making me squint.

Reminding me
to smile.

poem and image © Malintha Perera

it is the least I want
but
the perfect place I want it to be
the snakes have long faded
this flower in bloom is ready to burst in to thousands of petals
kundalini
rising
this matter of atoms
who would have thought
this existence
with cosmos
is just a crack
within a void
of a cell
inside where galaxies of jewels
shine
mirroring each other
a quilt of patched up colours
of planets and stars

the crown opens
we are one

© Malintha Perera 2016

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