for the first time i don't want to write.. just drown in this hush and not touch it.. it is impossible to do so.. unmatched, the feeling envelops you in this wondrous hush.. the realization of something very special taking place, a moment that happens maybe once in a lifetime, which cant be touched, put into words, just felt shared experienced.. no i don't want to talk maybe the world blinked maybe not.. but something moved within us.. a knowledge of lifetimes.. where you look in the mirror and actually see.. where your soul feels recognized, touched .. you want to say so much and say nothing.. i like to savor the Joy of every moment but this this is special i don't want to come out of it.. just hold it to me not utter a word.. form a thought or even breathe.. it can only be felt.. else would fall way short of the feeling.. i am so glad for you.. can't stop the thanking.. caging into words, thoughts that want to fly free.. i've been touched by an angel and feel the glow within me.. suffused with the light of wonder and joy, the presence of an exceptional human being..
Monday, June 13, 2022
Rest all gift-wrapping
everything we have in life then what is always missing why each dream only beautiful till we achieve it knowing god is here within our souls.. why do we feel inadequate incomplete..
silently he sits there enjoying the roller coaster ride in every heart the vast sea collapsing into myriad drops thirsting to soak the human touch playing hide and seek with minds in wide eyed fascination he tugs and beats to a divine Morse code..
every eye holds a weary glimpse.. every eye needs to look away.. clutching at spiritual assurance we try to make sense of life..
no one knows if God exists.. still our faith is strong.. and our disillusionment.. why would it be any different for another human being.. it's not the 'other' person who changes.. its our heart.. our faith and our love that suffers at the hand of our own demons.. for love and faith in oneself is the only true answer.. the rest all gift-wrapping..
What am i doing here
we live in not one but myriad tiny worlds exclusive to our surrounding existence.. enmeshed with conditioning.. holding seamless hues forming a singular Being.. my stricken heart sometimes glimpses the churning whirlpool of emotions and feelings and goes real still.. desperately needing to shut out the noise.. and we live with it.. we move with it.. every moment of our lives.. unable ever to unravel the essential rush.. the need to hoard.. the gift of life.. our true mind asleep somewhere as we clamor through these dream mazes holding the key to awaken.. ask yourself just one question.. what am i doing here..
Tuesday, June 7, 2022
Crumbling
He came like a whisper into her life
an expression of love so deeply felt
Audacity
and yet there are boundaries
Tempest
against the rocks..
A crescendo of love
He entered like a whisper breathing into her ear
Her heart felt his touch a soft message of love
each step he took the mist cleared away
with dawning wonder she felt his embrace
Her insides froze at first then yielded slowly to his caress
responding fiercely with the fire singeing each sense..
like molten lava it felt spreading heat wherever it went
prickling each pore with it's touch was it really just his tongue
looking up with hesitant eyes was he a total stranger
with a touch so familiar a part of her, her own
not a sound she could utter such a hush everywhere
all her senses calling to her love is just a heartbeat away
a gasp slowly rang out so loud startling the hush
seemingly emanating from her mouth was it of pleasure or pain
each limb relaxing she helped him responding to this urgent need
his touch ruthlessly exploring places ignorant to her self..
a feather touch a silent recognition
that one magical moment love consumed her totally..
Her eyes starry bright an irrepressible smile
a laughter bubbling over such a happy glow
overcome with languor sensing rather than knowing
small encouraging sounds escaped through eyes closing with passion
where did the laughter go when was it overcome
will all-consuming urgency to feel him inside her
an involuntary sound the words formed themselves
all she could hear was i love you so much sweetheart..
If you use a crutch
the pace isn't right..
if you have really loved someone
such a capacity to love
who knows what it is..
Quiet tranquility
what is this love it makes her want to cry..
are the questions so important..
breathing in their belly with life and want..
allow either to cast a glance ahead..
maybe the best part of it
sensing in each other
Wayward thoughts
unbidden they creep in
playing tricks on his mind
a friend and a woman
she is deep inside
for heavens sake
they are just friends
why this nagging ache
why this helplessness
but what can he do..
he can't help himself
a new feeling grew
the longing intense
this constant missing
the need to be together
His mind says one thing
his heart wants to differ
she drifts into his thoughts
taking him unawares
consciously he hasn't sought
still she is there
it's hard to reconcile
this drift has no base
He doesn't want to lose her
there is so much at stake
she means two different things
both feelings strong
He feels torn in two
might put a foot wrong
still it's a lovely feeling he has
doesn't want to let it go
both are precious to him
he wants to do justice to both
she is just one person
but filling different needs
He wishes he could tell her
all the things she means
wayward thoughts
here and there
like wisps of clouds
getting tougher to bear..
A drop in the ocean
struggling against the tide..
Think green feel blue
he had tears in his eyes
music in their hearts
She felt something missing..
Musical words
euphony.. verbena.. oyster.. chrysalis.. chianti.. cherub.. cherish.. charybdis.. champagne.. seraph.. crescent.. crescendo.. crystal.. cymbal.. cygnet.. compassion.. chamomile.. chablis.. Campari.. cerise.. caviare.. catharsis.. cascara.. carnation.. carousel.. carmine.. caress.. capricious.. caprice.. confluence.. corolla.. coronet.. concertina.. cognac.. cannabis.. candor.. canary.. camellia.. calypso.. cajole.. cadence.. cadenza.. caesura.. cirrus..
Freefall
with such an open heart...
wrapped in symphonic moments
Validation
validates something in him
She has a place in his heart
an unspoken torment
focused she moves from moment to moment.. afraid so afraid to touch the brink of insanity.. and the moment she lets go and reaches into them...
such deep intimacy and utter strangeness.. what was that torment.. what were they trying to reconcile..
Mediocre or sublime
maze maze is all i have..
A firm clasp
a hand stretched out and firmly held..
Are we so incomplete
He doesn't know, but one thing
why has this togetherness