Listen
The furled fern
Nascent potentiality
Listens to the orchestral hum
The incessant life force.
My heart beats
A sine curve around the
Zing of my neural moments.
I breathe the peaks higher
And the troughs lower,
Creating space
For the sound to dissipate.
The tail end of the gong
Imperceptibly reverberates
And I begin again.
Perception
Broken bird wing
Brings awareness
To the burdens shouldered.
The baby birds
And their greedy mouths
Cease.
Kindness soothes.
A salve running through the
Cracks and breaks.
A hand rests on my lower back,
Permission
To breathe.
The wind turns.
Transformed unexpectedly
From that that is resisted
To ally.
Carrying me further,
Respite.
Shivani Ranchod
Mont Fleur, September 2018
© Shivani Ranchod
Haikus
My exhaustion leaks;
Sunshine blocks offer patches
Of invitation.
The Sublime calls out.
My reverent ear listens,
The green sound
Welcomed.
Voluptuous drop
Glimmers. Light intensifies.
My self pulses back.
Shivani Ranchod and Dave Strugnell
Mont Fleur, September 2018
© Shivani Ranchod and Dave Strugnell