Flowers for Priya – K.B

Flowers for Prya
Prya lived next door,
She was indian.

We sat and talked
A lot,
Watching trees
Blossom.

Our hearts
Were peacefully
Roaring
To the sound
Of leaves
And flying
Plants.

Priya left the
Neighboorhood.

She taught me
About kindness
And zen attitude.

She never got
Carried away by her emotions
And never tortured herself.

She showed me the way
To learn how to take care
Of myself and forget about
What people had to say,

To just dive into an ocean
Of Love at night,

Follow the stream,

Be keen on helping
People,

And looking at the world
From behind my conscience,

To take the hits and never hold
Grudges.

She taught me how to free
My heart and be myself
Without violence,

To look for gold
And showers of rain
On my dry face.

Prya is God,
She’s in him
As I am in him
And he is in
Me.

Don’t look at me,
Shrinking shrink,
Those fanatic
Stereotypes
Are undignified
To talk about
Spirituality.

Nor a junkie
Nor a thief,
Although I call
Myself firethief.

 

 

K.B

 

 

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