Contemplative - Blog Posts
a step back
Glimpse of a buddhist temple in Bangkok, Thailand | Dec 2019
You Can Find Me
all the commentary’s unnecessary
when i walk with those not at rest;
so i sit at the cemetery
when i need to clear my head.
they say death is hereditary,
so i don’t fear my final breath.
there’s peace in being secretary
for the thoughts left by the dead.
you can find me laying by mounds
beside the freshly dug up dirt.
i’ll be listening to the sounds—
witnessing silence go unstirred.
i stare longingly up at the clouds
wondering why i’m still here on Earth.
this’ the place to bury all my doubts
to pack down all my fear and hurt.
-kalika
Watching the Signs
There’s a pair of lights outside the window, perhaps a construction barrier, flashing at differing intervals, sometimes lighting perfectly in sync, at other times completely opposite. The long-sequence pattern catches his attention, as he tries to decipher some hidden code within. There is none, but by the time he realizes it, he’s already forgotten where he is. When he is. Everything bleeds, runs together, impossibly intertwined. A mirage of the mind.
But no, he isn’t crazy. Not at all.