Poems by Inchiki



let the eye close without and open within
knowing nothing
I visit sleep and become happy
gunned down by day
my idleness stands watching
as I slip into the perfume of a rose -
therein lies my perfection

for what perfection is
not in Turiya?
mind unfoils
in torpor of abyssal seas -
a wreck that is come down to Thee
meets slow transfiguration

those people of the world
with outstretched arms
I ask you -
pull not at my still form
for the boat leaves by day
and the city of night
to whence it retreats
is my only light

27 Watt  2006