Becky Blab

I rejected it all,
refused it wholesale.
Now I welcome back the pieces,
bit by bit
as I see fit.
Many questions remain,
grow by the day.
But the home within
will always stay.

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Am I meddling in mediocrity,
or striving for what I really
want to be?
Am I meandering,
or steadily treading the path?
Am I turning down the good life
for one which is great,
or am I simply settling for less?
America, a land of bounty
and wasted possibility.
India, a barren wasteland
but filled with beauty unseen.

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Oh tinda, how I love thee.
Your creaminess reminds me of cheeseballs
but I can digest you with ease.
Your texture, so smooth,
you are the ultimate in cool.
No matter how many times we meet,
you never cease to amaze.
I never get bored in your company,
a feat given the dearth of competitors.
Oh tinda, the best veg in town,
so light and [...]

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Spanning the distance
between self and thought
lies the sweetest expanse
of life and nothingness.
Light and pure,
soothing and sure.
The cascading breath
carries me there,
to the space beyond time,
reason and rhyme.
No battles, no crises,
no wrong or right:
a place of seeing
without sight.
(written after my Isha yoga practice this morning)

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Caught up in the race
of cars, thoughts and rats.
Continuous comparison,
city life of crowds and competition
no space to hear yourself think
others breathing down your neck
the heat grit smoke dust
choking all life around.
The seat of government and diplomacy,
madness and no mercy.
To thrive: a miraculous task;
most just barely survive.
The dream and drive of making it big,
the unbeatable will [...]

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