ropar, punjab

 i.
all in a rush
       the words return.
perhaps the rest, the reading or the bleeding
       drew them out. 
perhaps the heart unfurled
       as life was put on pause
       and purpose.
... whichever, they're here.

ii.
when I marry,
       I will marry a whole world.
what I love,
       what I have always loved,
       is the whole universe -- 
the sprawling bracnehd limbs
       of a being
       suspended in dependent origin,
no part isolated
       nor whole in its own right,
and yet --
       imperfectly complete
       in perfect complexity.

iii.
there's little else to say,
       except to describe
the sheer joy
       of watching time and space /
       folding in
on itself. 

iv.
it should be your hand, mama
      carving forms, shapes, colours here;
instead,
       mine.
       revealing what's heard.