Expression

There's so much
that is unsaid,
in this world.

If all the thoughts
in our minds
were to find expression,
they would form
a dance
of wild harmony,
of grace,
and energy,
and rhythm .

They would wipe out
the painful silence
inflated with the foul breath
of monsters.

If I could only tell you
what I feel,
if you could only hear
what I will not say,
there would be cool rippling springs
flowing
freely,
and weeds won't rot
in the stagnant pond
of our own restraint,
and decay.

A Lamp Was Lit

Somewhere
in the dark bowels of the earth,
in a cave
primitive,
secret,
a lamp was lit.

Its light
like curious hands
touched,
felt,
poked,
unwrapped
centuries of sleep
from the hidden crevices,
the bare walls,
the slippery fungus,
the ashes,
the layers of dust.

and rekindled
the fire
that had burnt out,
leaving behind
latent potency...
wrapped
in ignorance.