Is this a dream?

A stranger approached me on a beach,
“Hi there,” the old woman said, standing on her private dock,
Looking at me sitting on the sand,
Drinking my coffee and holding a sandwich box in the other hand,

“Where are you from?” She asked,
“India,” I answered thrice before I could make her understand,
“Oh, I’ve been to India,” she said cheerfully.
Staring at my face for too long, she smiled as broadly as she could,
“You remind me of my granddaughter. She’s from the Pacific Coast.

She’s coming to me tomorrow.”
There was a sort of joyful sorrow in her eyes,
It seemed to me like a desperate longing.

She asked me what I was doing in the city
And I told her I was solo travelling.
She asked how old I was,
And I told her I was 19.

She looked at me for too long again,
“You look very pretty,” she said,

I smiled awkwardly,
Is this a dream?

I looked to the beach
And she added, “You’re brave to be travelling at 19.”

I smiled,
I’ve heard that sentence before.

“Well, you enjoy your time.”
She said as she walked back to her mansion,
I don’t remember what I thought next.

What am I?

I forget my own name,
What am I here?

Not a poet, no,
I write but I do not feel,

Not a traveler, no,
I sit here peacefully
With no other place to be,

I forget myself,
I remember the earth,
The blue and the green,

Trying to make a fool out of myself,
Running around trying to catch the wind.

I am empty

Here, in this rapid water that is meant to kill,
People play with it to feel the thrill,
I sit near the rocks,
On the wet earth,
Leaning on a tree,

Such heavy wind,
Such heavy falls,
Like a thunderstorm of the sea,
The mountains leave behind their wrath,
To give me just a little calm,

Here, I sit,
Leaning on a tree,
I am alive not in my soul,
But in the earth,
I fly with the wind,

The trees hold my soul,
I am empty,
Worthy of nothing and nothing of much worth,

In this land,
I am empty
And it’s an emptiness that doesn’t long to be fulfilled,

I am empty
And I am everything,
The land, the wind, the sky and the sea,
I am empty
And it’s an emptiness that doesn’t long to be fulfilled.

A Fall into the abyss

It’s like the mountains breathe with me,
A fall into the abyss
Or a fall into the life of the world?
It’s because of the darkness that we truly see
When the beauty unleashes itself at the end of the tunnel,

Such beautiful songs of the forest,
They always make me melt,
So fearful of everything
Yet most courageous when it comes to moving forward,

A fall into the abyss
Or a fall into the life of the world?

If I’m a mad fool,
Let the wild of the earth
Tame me into being sane.

I go to the earth

I go to the earth
And confront its beauty,
Who I’m really confronting
Is someone I’ve left behind,
Someone whose memories I see
When the wind blows past me,
I go to the earth,
I climb up a mountain
To feel a thrill,
I dive underwater
To play with the darkness,
I go to the earth
To confront its beauty,
I go to the earth
And I end up confronting my soul.

A special place

This place is called Denman Island
But I might just call it a special place in my heart,
It’s 3 pm and I’m sitting nowhere,
Leaning on a tree,

Writing away as the cars pass on by
And the wind blows my hair
And the grass flies away,

A small little island where artists
Build up a community,
A small little island where everyone
Has something important to say,

This place is called Denman island,
But I might just call it a special place in my heart,
I see studios where art meets beauty and darkness,

The fairytales behind paintings,
The pieces of creations at every corner,

I see a place where the art and the artist
both find understanding.