Sia Tiambi Barnes

Limbs

(Nidra)

I dream of nothing

but this one moment

when all of me

has expanded

beyond recognition

(Tapas)

I crave sugar

when I’ve lost sweetness,

but dare not medicate

such a wound with a Band-Aid.

Rather, I grow from within

the nectar of seekers.

(Prana)

I am ever moving wind

that makes the music of chimes

and the rustle of leaves,

lest you forget

I am ever with you

dancing upon your tongue.

(Transformation)

This playground is lonely

without the knowledge of laughter.

(Natarajasana)

The body

she remembers

all the toils of the mind,

war crimes,

humanity industrialized.

Still, she finds balance.

But she’s a victim

of the injustice of time.

Behold her for a moment

and with the blinking of eyes

she falls into the next.

Pray love embraces her

and she escapes

the gripings of death.

Repetition of steps:

the deception of stress

revealing all of man’s neglect

with untamed beatings of the chest.

Still, what joy

to be gifted with such a mess.

What life to live

with the promise

of no regrets.