The Essential Taj

Like sentinels guarding against a too hot future of unpredictable misery flash floods and tsunamis   like the one that hit Asia in 2004, uprooting homes and lives as a weeder does weeds human lives have become dispensable?   Mine and yours, at the precipice of an impending tragedy, of land, water or air that was recently contaminated by a virus, beyond repair –   are we as a species? Amidst it all, stands the windmill And solar panels in dramatically uniform array Like soldiers arranged as in the Roman artillery   Not tragic but revolutionary.       

 In silky warm moonlight your palms sought the  blades that mark my shoulders they moved to the angles of my body. In the milky white night your mouth healed my wounds  your heart so slow, to be still for anyone else but me who lies closest to you. And in between long sighs the moon whispered her sheer magic into your heart and mine. Until there was doubt - there was no communion with her  who blesses us in earnest, even what heretics shun.