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 Gimme Shelter

An ounce of home

An old silent pond…
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.

– Bashō, Zen Master

All day long

raindrops

Are fallin’ on my skin,

All I have for a shed

only a leaf over my head

Now I’m out of the pond

and had nowhere to go.

Gimme shelter,

an ounce of home

a bocal, in your room,

It’s enough for me a home,

and I’ll tell you the weather,

a fortune taler

Cicadas, frog ponds…
Riffing on haiku masters! It’s okay with me.

Please… Gimme Shelter

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I still remember, the feel of raindrops on my skin

The dripping of droplets, the splashing of water on the streets.

Building paper boats, racing them in the water flow

Hustling on the muddy streets, jumping in the puddles.

Now I sit in my porch, witness the beauty

Water surging down the leaves, the waving of the trees.

I wish dancing in the rain, soaking the joy

Carefree of the world, apathy of the judgement.

But I am sluggish and I renounce

I stifle my acts, I strangle my passions.

Always on the quiver, forsake my longings

Because I am no more myself but a version of a person others want me to be.

Fatima Mudhesh