Where did that come?
That ink mark of ‘caution’
From conscience...?
Or from the dagger that ruptured
one precious diamond to ruins
It is not easy to caution disasters
on ink marks…….
Whirls, floods, rains, cloud ash
Volcanoes, hurricanes
Listen the heart beats
of Pearl Harbor, Hiroshima,
World Wars...
Haiti, Iceland, Tibet, Indonesia
Twin Towers…
Richter Scales.
Ocean of pacific....
Confluence of rivers…
Continents, Subcontinents…
It happens…
Like life and death..
like day and night..
Like eclipses, big bang,
Encircled on destiny's chart.
Listen to conscience …
and in blue…paint not oceans and skies
divine..natural that hue..
hue of one great incarnation.
An incarnation...one era…. flute….