Tag: senryu

grey tidings she brings the song of the monsoon etched in our very being

filter away the lightning and thunder and you will hear her name

each year she returns with an army of grey needles to punish frail flesh

like a bitter lover the monsoon wails at concrete towers

far off the lightning and the blinding flash within the skull

overcast sky this autumn day your touch grows softer

namaste to you and you and you and yes me

yoga class celebrating the collective consciousness and a fart ruins it

corpse pose oneness and nothingness the same damn thing