white heat

white heat

i’m awake before the sun.
rain is meditating in the pre-dawn gloom
and the trees are still asleep in earth’s ardent arms.
from somewhere in the distance, a peacock calls
anointing the silence
like bells interspersing in a quiet temple.
the world feels intimate offering itself to me.
as i take in,
with each breath, i’m filling with the perfume of dawn.

and my mind begins to whirl, anew.

these days i’m constantly travelling
through the mountains, terrains and oceans of untold emotions.
meeting people who leave a part of them in me,
stirring and shifting my thoughts as i make space for them.

i spin and spin.
becoming another version of myself.
uncontained, i spill. into words.
words that are mostly fragments, making no sense.
but they set ablaze my morning sky with their white heat.

outside, the birds have begun to offer their salutations to the rising light.

. . .

tuesday, pre-dawn
the thirtieth
śrāvaṇa