Banyan Trees

When the banyan tree shades the familiars,
does the pipal cry?
those leaves that are hearts little flowers,
take wing and fly?
the unfolding mire of My mind
resurrect those selfsame demons
what shall I tell them now
and what tomorrow
for return they will
each and everyday
slowly carousing
the shapes changing

Take the mirror and the shards
make them whole ,
see if you can

  My life is like that, and when it comes
to the end of the Book
Who will write the final chapter ?