A few Words to share

Life is beyond words
Remember this, know and open lips
to utter and be thankful
if it beams in a few words;
What does a poet have?-
Strange, obscure blossom of words
Strange and obscure?
perhaps being untimely
perhaps beyond the daily routine
yet have truth and beauty
not like possession
but as life; obscure then?- for ungauged .
A strange measure of being known;
born as thistle or calf
alive as a thorn or wolf
and died like stone
all measured... what a way to know
What a flow or procession
of birth, life and death
as if were only visages
as if were only images
without inner silken link of breathe
by Mukund Malve
dated July 2004