Thursday, October 21, 2010

Center-land:an Infinite Continuum

Clenching your fist, devouring the feast
You mourn for the street tailor to your east
While the sun sinks to your west
A whir of the machine from his nest
And you move to your west
with your clenched fist
Only to rediscover-
You are the center of divine
Where all his shadows rest.....

5 comments:

TechnoBabe said...

Clenched fists sound like things need softening. I understand that. I needed to work on softening my heart and am still working on it. I too believe we are all the center of divine. This is lovely writing.
Congratulations on POTW on the Goddess' blog.

Sayandeep Kundu said...

Thank you so very much :)
Yes, we are the center of divine- a juxtaposition of all possible individual percepts of reality..
I like the way you interpret clenched fist...:)
Regards~ Sayandeep

The Wandering Gypsy said...

I know I should have left a comment much earlier..but better late than never..and it's great that I dropped by your blog because I loved it :)

Keep up the good work!

Sayandeep Kundu said...

It matters little when you leave it but whether or not you'd leave it at all...:)

Thank you so very much.. :)
Regards~ Sayandeep

Sayandeep Kundu said...

It matters little when you leave it but whether or not you'd leave it at all...:)

Thank you so very much.. :)
Regards~ Sayandeep