The feel of you in my arms,
pressing closer to me when I move.
Completely safe with each other,
wrapped up together all night.
Problems flow into my mind,
then completely dissipate.
They dissolve into the wind,
because they don't matter.
Knowing I can wake up next to you,
and your lips there awaiting mine.
Your hand held tightly around me,
never letting me go.
It gives me the comfort and happiness,
I haven't had in months.

You make me, me again


Positive words of wisdom,
spread through the cool, dry air.
Feeling the whispering wind,
brush swiftly across my hair.

Daffodils spreading sunshine,
Roses giving warmth,
Orchids beaming bright
continuing to sway back and forth.

A beautiful lotus gleaming above all,
floating in the sparkling pond.
The sun glistens in the water below,
radiating across, far and beyond.

I finally have happiness-I'm not letting people drag me down.
#lotus   #rose   #daffodil   #orchid  

she was born into the muddiest water,

yet she grew into the most beautiful flower.

Jamadhi Verse
Jamadhi Verse
Nov 21, 2016

How delicate it is:
the gold, woven chain
of the flower of life
shimmering unceasingly
in the black of night.
A silent, prolific space
holding petals of exquisite grace
that are placed in living symmetry
around the life-giving stem:
the heart of hearts
that withstands and mends
through all the joy and burden.
The petals never break, never bend.
They link together without end
in strength of love’s unwavering might,
casting healing glows of spirit light,
electric and pervading --
elating all who are held within
with an endless, conscious current
that turns most divine, intentional circuits,
sentient and perfect.
Until the bloom of the whole
initiates the bloom of the heart
and we lose our bonds to evolve into the art --
to be the seeds that help grow the light,
gestating us away from the illusions of life.
We are the endless jewels radiant and rife,
resting within the deep, white folds
of the gentle lotus.
The very opus.
We sing the Om of ultimate knowing
into flawless, spoken design.
Every age acting as the next threaded bead
to help keep the prayer in time.

J.M. 2016

Endlessly jewel in the lotus, vibrating.
#love   #life   #lotus   #flower   #treasure   #being   #purpose   #meaning   #om  

I am upset
Ain’t talking to you
Coquettishly dallied she
For the promise
You have broken
Taking me with you
To the place, your so favorite, TODAY
There, you say, drizzle is the music
Colors the dance
And beauty the art
Where the peacock
Feather-paints blue in the garden
On the green

Oh inamorata, holding her hand, caressing her hair
I was waiting for this darkness
For this night: Said I
Hand in hand shall we walk
Beyond the garden
To the lake on the other side
For the spectacle
Better I had promised of
Have pondered the whole day, have found for the night
We’ll watch together with the stars
Heavens’ Cleopatra has descended
To that pond, since your childhood you have graced
In the scent of meditating pink and purple lotuses
White and yellow lilies
Hyacinths, Thalia, pitcher plants, marigolds, arrowheads
All the other flowers
Forgive me, of which you know, I not
You love in or by the pool
Tonight, that white moon you want to touch
is swimming naked in their pool, your pond…

#dance   #moon   #flowers   #art   #stars   #lotus   #tonight   #promise   #scent   #peacock  
Dimitri Hillewaert
Dimitri Hillewaert
Aug 20, 2016

there isn't all that much to worship
but the long fingers of some unknown
god granting us with melody
and meaning

or maybe this girl of my dreams
she sells sea shells by the slaughterhouse
a real diamond in the rough
saving dimes to escape from inbred mountain

I found truth in a forgotten library
the rise of the blue lotus
watered by the flooding of pain

dawn appears

#truth   #god   #lotus   #diamond   #library   #worship   #buckethead  
Amanda L
Amanda L
Jul 24, 2016

I blossom like a lotus flower,
resilient and strong, I rise up and out
of the muddy waters that have been
holding me down far too long.

#love   #sad   #alcohol   #depressed   #loss   #happy   #lotus   #flower   #strong  
Tlizzy M
Tlizzy M
Jun 25, 2016

Those 500 letters that we wrote to each other,
Those summer nights that I would sit and wonder,
Was I the man for her?
For my past relations, I was the poison.
The unsavory guide, that steered the ship of what ifs into the rocks.
For on our first night together she gave to me a lotus flower.
Her soft lips pressed against mine.
I felt the of warmth her love trickle through me as she said,
“Take this for tonight you are reborn.”
She would ask me questions as if she was my therapist,
Trying to unravel my mind, but I had been here before;
Two candles, illuminating an empty space with such passion,
But I the broken wick would burn out a little too fast,
Too afraid to let this flame burn and show her my true colors,
And now her presence is all I have to kindle this room.
The day she leaves I will be left in perpetual darkness.


THE MEMOIR of [001 | The Lotus]

This morning a beautiful young lady with soft hands plucked me from my dark, murky surroundings. She took me on a journey through the forest with a radiating smile on her face. It was clear that this path was not unfamiliar to her. Pushing past every obstacle in sight with no struggle as she made her way home, she said, “Tonight I will gift him this lotus, gift him a new life, a new hope for love”. Who was this man she spoke of? Why, when admired by such a beautiful woman had he lost all hope for love?

Later that evening she returned to her room with a man who’s exterior resembled my previous home, but his essence so pure. It became clear very fast, he had so much to say but was afraid of the consequences. A guide I will be for him, to lead him out of the darkness and into the light, just as I had during my growth. I will be the symbol for this 2016 love story even after my petals have withered away

The first excerpt from [Near Is The Sea, And So Are We] - a memoir of poems from T.M. to you.
#love   #girl   #passion   #boy   #lotus   #flower   #her   #him   #young  
K Balachandran
K Balachandran
May 26, 2016

A randy beetle,
circles a closing lotus;
nightly paramour.

#lotus   #lover   #beetle   #randy   #liasion  
May 8, 2016

Your words are lies,
I can't see through.
My eyes they dry,
Where tears once grew.

A lotus on my cheek,
Blossoms from salt water.
Knowing you'll start a leak,
With words that slaughter.

The flower of loneliness
To show the loss.
Hope turned weakness,
And you are the cause.

The lotus has many meanings. In China and Buddhism it can mean to rise out of your suffering. It can also symbolizes abandonment or loneliness.
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