NO FIERY, BLOODY PHOENIXES

Cold is in my garden
life once lush
now black and withered drabble
not to bloom again
but on the ground the seeds
stored memory of lushness
encased in winter coats
hila jewels.

Cold is rest
to sleep
to float
to heal
hila scars
vestiges
links to provenance
not pain.

No death occurs
not yours
not mine
our seeds are planted deep
stored memory
of lushness
stored love
stored life
vines sprout
with time
manna
and light.

No fiery, bloody Phoenixes
remember what we learned
time
manna
and light.

We are the best
of what we were
and all that we will be
staying
memory
spirit
karma
freedom.

Time binds
unkindly
without
anticipation
I am Radha without Krishna
yet content
pleasure and pain
profit and loss
victory and defeat
are the same
time
manna
and light.

In this garden
open Heaven's doors
the double doors of Heaven
unlock the bolts
embrace
time
manna
light.

UNLOVE

I think of you
My lost love
Do you think of me
The way I think of you
But no
You couldn't
I wasn't love to you
Love never was
That's not a love
One thinks about
It's not a love at all
It cannot be love lost
It never was
But it was
Something
For me
Unlove
My unlove lost