once i

once i
took to my roots
  they claimed parsimony
  a misspelt patrimony
  a submission to the ordering of the other –

“An abhorrent sentimentality is
  to ardor as angst is to the coffin’s
  thievery” – attributed to the late
          (ir)reverend bhakti seth
          mir fakhr-e-doodhsiyahi, the
          last soothnaysayer of Gujrat.

twice ii’s

i-
to eke harmony
  order has to be hacked off
  to sing
    the ode must die

to speak tree
  growthspurt will give way
  to song
    the words of thisdom

ii-
the wound communes   begins
  to knead the agreements of

heal

thrice iii’s

  i. take three handfuls of love & make it grass – i
  flung the grass and love of grass made it whole –
which sun
was born?   ii. lift wind lift chasm of fire lift
  hammer – three voices to know your master, one
anvil to
forge the nail   iii. many warrior faces mark this red
  the ax knows the south as the blood
of leaves
know all of west – east turns clockwise thrice

the largeness of waking

With the largeness of waking
    ash settles   with the wood
    of my wisdom, I banish

The remnants of forgetting &
    leech morning sap   as blue
    rain whistles care, I devour

Wonder –