Jul 26, 2019 Uncategorized

A Lecture ©July 26th, 2019 By Vijaya Sundaram Measure out your mind Pour it through a sieve Pour it again And yet again. Filter out non-sequiturs Except those that are funny. Distill clarity, The purest thought. Leave behind hatred, Leave out muddy thinking. Stop grubbing about in foolish quibbles, Stop qualifying your prejudices. Stop excusing your mistakes, Stop justifying the inexcusable deeds of others. Recognize Truth. Recognize the Good. Roll up your sleeves. Drink that draft. Get to work. Restore! This! World!

Jul 26, 2019 Uncategorized

Umbilicus
©July 25th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram

I felt alone today,
Not lonely.
Just singular.
Some days call for chatter,
And others for introspection.
Some days, I am mute –
Not from sadness,
Nor from despair,
Just from a need to keep my mouth closed,
And taste my own tongue.
It’s delicate, my tongue, reminding me
I am a creature of flesh,
And makes me forget
All the weight of thought –
Of forethought and after-thought.
Thought is heavy, even light-as-clouds thought
And I like the mooring of flesh to bones,
The feel of a planet tilting away from me
As I plant my feet on the ground,
The taste of grass in my ah!-nostrils.

But mostly, I just felt silent
All day, today,
Until now.
And I am silent, still, as
I taste my tongue
Folded like a lotus within
The quiet cavern of my mouth,
Unwilling to speak,
Alone, singular, and now,
Lonely – perhaps.
Maybe, it’s the word itself
That pulls me like an umbilicus:
Lonely.
So deep blue, so bottomless,
So beyond the power of language to translate.
I pull on the cord, and climb upwards,
Twining around it, in a humming womb
Waiting to be born.
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