Esoteric Whispers [Poem]

Sometimes I feel like my Soul and the Universe are having conversations.

I’m just the Listener. They speak Symbolic Languages I don’t understand. 

They are close companions.  

They confess their secrets with each other, they laugh with each other (and at me..),

they discuss about how to help me help them, they check in on each other…

and I don’t understand. 

But sometimes, just sometimes, I penetrate the language barrier.

Then I hear their esoteric whispers, understand the Messages, 

and feel the ecstatic knowledge. 

Is it really so crazy to just believe?

Is it really so crazy to just believe that this Life is meaningful?

Is it really so crazy to just believe that when I feel bliss, I’m on to something? 

Is it really so crazy to just believe that the inner and outer dots can be connected? 

Is it really so crazy to believe? 

If it is,
I’d rather be crazy.

Our Memories [Poem]

The music of our memories:

laughing with you, being drawn to you

is as ameliorating as the rhythms of jazz.

The vision of our memories:

talking with you, being adventurous with you

is as beautiful as a painting.

The feeling of our memories

walking with you, being consoled by you

is as comforting as the softest beds.

The fragrance of our memories

knowing you, being close to you

is as soothing as herbal tea.

The flavour of our memories

holding you, being grateful for you

is as sweet as caramel chocolate.