Saturday, November 3, 2007

Shoonyata

when the pain becomes
colorful joy
seeping thru goose pimples
.
when the same joy eats
up your soul
peeling raw skin
.
moments of
creation
following
total destruction
.
shaking the dead gods alive
from their slumber
killing those alive
dancing on their ashes
.
pure uncontaminated
bright colorful darkness
caught in
momentary timeless void
deep within
.

6 comments:

Prats said...

nice one...never did think of so many things, that could be part of a void...

ra said...

for some reason, this one has left me in a spin.

perhaps not the mother of paradox, but a gift from pandora.

Shoonyata said...

prats: it is all this and many more...my friend has done part of his PhD research on this concept!

ra: yep.....as a child, i have deliberated whether i would or not open her box if i happen to get it today!

kammommy said...

colourful void is just want i want......nice( my mother says nice is a cliche)

Nags said...

i wish i cud understand poetry..

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

simply awesome :)
I can relate to this in so many ways.