Jun 12, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry, The Daily Post
To Stand and to See
©June 12th, 2016
by Vijaya Sundaram
I stand in the midst of thought
And, my mind ripening, I marvel
At fields of golden grain before me.
Where the sun pours down generous light.
My eyes and mind rejoice at sudden
Dawning comprehension, a glimpse
Of what it means to live, and to grow,
Where life shouts out in defiance of death.
And death is but a step away, here, where
I stand among the flowers in the valley below
And forget everything in fields of poppies
And meadows where asphodel and narcissus bloom.
Planting myself firmly in the midst of all
That is, was, and will be, I do not flinch
When things are born, ripen, decay, die –
Knowledge blooms in sun, and in darkness.
I stand among all this, and know it as truth.
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Understanding
I found out to my delight that the word “understand” has its roots in Sanskrit, at least the “under” part. See the Online Etymology Dictionary, from which I quote the excerpt below:
Old English understandan “comprehend, grasp the idea of,” probably literally “stand in the midst of,” from under + standan “to stand” (see stand (v.)). If this is the meaning, the under is not the usual word meaning “beneath,” but from Old English under, from PIE *nter- “between, among” (source also of Sanskrit antar “among, between,” Latin inter “between, among,” Greek entera “intestines;” see inter-).
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Jun 12, 2016 Free Verse, The Daily Post
Gentle Rain
©June 11th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Today, in the cool, gray light
Saturated with rain-damp
Happy to be alive and agile,
I shoveled rich, dark earth,
And cleaned out planters
With my husband and daughter.
Later, as I planted kale seeds so tiny
And celery and mustard, as small
And poblano peppers, I felt
A rush of maternal love.
I knew my small yard better now,
Having nourished and blessed
The womb of the sweet, clean soil,
Having walked its farthest edges,
Having weeded, and prepared beds,
Having watched over and watered
(With some anxiety, but mostly pleasure).
I could smell the sweetness of it all.
I saw little worms and blessed them,
And when chipmunks dashed behind stones
I loved them with a simple love.
And though all I’d done was prepare plant-beds,
Water and seed and pull up weeds,
I felt proud of the peas, the beans
The tatsoi, and lettuce, and beets all poking out,
Some growing faster, others more slowly.
Such hard work – all this growing they do!
And I was grateful to all my sweet flowers
And all the herbs that make the air sweet:
My lavender, mint, and oregano
All rich and swooning with fragrance.
To play in the dirt, and be rewarded
When things grow and reach for the light
When the air is glad with green,
And when a deep languor, a lassitude
Pours slowly down my blood-stream
Like heavy honey –
This is simplicity.
And today, I was happy for this:
This temple under a vaulting sky
Which bent over our bent forms,
As we worked, and blessed us
With a dispassionate blessing,
As gentle rain fell.
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