On some days
I want to tell you everything
Where I was
What I did
What I felt
I like you seeing me
And the resonance
On other days
I want to hide in the bathroom for hours
And ignore you
When you call my name.
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only
i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
Where the mountain and field breezes gather,
Whispering and singing in clusters closely by my ear,
I stumble upon a quiet, weathered cabin
And watch a kitten savoring a sweet afternoon nap.
Like a singing goddess of the grass,
To the sweet, gentle rhythm of the wind,
I, too, try to summon sleep for a moment, just like you.
But before I know it, curiosity sparks within me,
And I peek through the narrow cracks to steal a glance at the cat.
Oh? You had already read my mind, staring right back at me.
Not backing down, I try once more.
As if borrowing the secret of a kitten's pink paw-pad dreams,
Like a predator stealthily closing in on its prey,
Carefully, just like you, I peer through the right side to catch you off guard.
Oh? You were already locked onto me, watching me yet again.
“GG (Good Game, I lose).”
Like a cat popping its head through a tiny cardboard box hole,
Flashing a playful, teasing smile,
I, too, declare my defeat,
Proudly sticking my face out with a bright, surrendered grin.
Then, the cat stretches leisurely, letting out a long, slow yawn,
And tosses a casual remark right at me:
“Dull animal!”
If we be empty,
nothing should be taboo,
whence poised in stillness,
bliss magnetism we woo.
The inner sound current
hums in the background,
being the veil though which
the noumena is found.
The void of no-thingness
or life here manifest,
coordinate any,
our presence is at rest.
Bliss mirrors our heartbeat,
shape shifting as peace,
when our eye is single
and thought forms we release.
Sages of old caution,
save by bilocation,
we would always fall short
of true liberation.
Omnipresence is still,
having nowhere to go,
yet feels each sensation
of every heart’s glow.
Lost in dream worlds conjured,
though there are no chains,
cessation enables
cleansing of heart’s stains.
We are the magician,
who has caged light innate
and now on earth strive,
to walk through heaven’s gate.
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don’t know where I’ve Gone
—Octavia Paz
Hide and Seek—Paz
I play hide and seek
Looking for you
Perhaps you are
That single soul
I don’t know
And I
Scan the canopy
To look
For bashful eyes
Tag you’re it
That thrill, tree-hid, pants more
Near your catching
Within this shade, longer for night
Hear what's matching!
Now in earnest, plays which
Neighbourhood game.
As some escaped convict. No child!
Nor chum to name!
Memories dart in and out
as in a game of hide-and-seek
No sooner do I focus on one
than off it has sneaked
My reflexes as tardy as my hair is gray
remembrance plays keep-away
In a waking sweat,
I look across a pillow
and see your peaceful face,
undisturbed by nightmares.
What does your mind dwell upon,
the saints of paradise or another man,
a well-endowed handsome man,
some 'son of a '
who might steal you away from me?
I turn away to stare at a wall
imagining a dream girl,
one I had secretly left naked
on this very bed only last night.
Hide and Seek
Boju- Boju
Playing life's game
Suited with the right face
Hide and Seek
Bojo boju
A game of subtle pretense
doing it life's way
clothed the right way
A mask for every season
A man for all reasons
See the masquerade at play
hide and seek squirrel is a pleasure to watch if you must know
oak trees fight over him, he is clever, and has humor that glows
it’s my turn they holler to him as he begins his game play.
Shh! He shushes them. You will give my hiding place away!
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Why are we hiding behind ourselves?
In a frightened world, by themselves.
Quietness penetrates all our thoughts.
If we like it, who cares about the cost?
Let us close our eyes to show empathy
Of my true love who left unexpectedly.
Some love issues need to be left alone
Surrender it to God; He's on the Throne.
Let's keep holding on till the last dance
Then we will decide if this is romance.
Are we like kids playing hide-and-seek?
Behind the lover's mask, hiding defeat?
Vibrational descent followed by ascent,
duality’s offering for our delight,
that on blurring boundaries we feel content,
as we’re teleported to zenith like height,
upon the bliss current’s auspicious advent,
revealing that our true Self is living light.
Liken life then to a game of hide and seek,
where God hides from us, yet offers a sneak peek.
If all I know is the hurricane,
where is it's eye?
As if it likes to play hide and seek -
make a guess -
who is the seeker?
Isn't life a game, after all?
It thinks I'm eager to play.
I'm not...
Are you?
This is different
Eerie
The winds have changed.
The colors fade into
a lifeless, chalky form,
and all life disappears
in a uniform fashion,
as I stand at its edge,
too scared to move.
Even the sun plays
hide and seek.
And I've volunteered to play seeker.
Who would have thought the sun
was so gifted at playing,
after all these years of
willingly showing his face.
And now I face off
between the darkness
and what's left of me.
There's no rest
for the rest of me.
I lay resting in pieces.
Rest In Peace
One piece left -
it stumbles in the dark.
One piece,
one part to play.
It knows it's still
in the game.
It knows -
To live in darkness
among darkness
requires little of us.
But to seek the light,
to create light
among the darkness
demands effort.
So
much
effort
These winds are changing,
and the darkness encloses me
as I watch the flowers,
disposing of each petal,
fade from my view.
The sun wants to play hide and seek
I can tell this one's going to hurt
as I listen to the drum of my
heart beat grow louder.
I call out
Ready or not, here I come!
HIDE AND SEEK
Love can be discreet
Sometimes even neat
Feeling the heart beat
Often disguising
The passion rising
But there is more yet
By being adept
With a secret kept
The face is glowing
And all are knowing
When love is showing
Not always hidden
Nor overridden
When it is bidden
And recognising
It’s not surprising
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