I do not want to surprise you in a poem
I am not an entertainer
Call me a bad writer even
I express my thoughts
in paper
and if they are boring it is ok
they are genuine
and mine

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

The sweetest of angels, for some who see
Accepts and gifts a complete comfort,
Overcoming resistance that may be offered
If your eyes are weak, use the looking glass,
To see the barely bearably beauty of the petals,
They embrace you so as you melt there in joy.
Wrapped in this near-ecstasy
Give yourself fully to this pure lovely whiteness...
Fully, mutually, lovingly embraced!
Standing tall and joyously,
You do not fear the deep, dark moss of the wood,
You feel the full gentle power of our Mother.
It's more than a smell,
Coming from beneath, above and all around you,
You're truly home here in this deep green place.
We can almost be there as mortal angels.
Free ourselves to be there too as we are here, now.
Vaporous yet complete,
Whole, free to go any or everywhere as we please

I could see him awkward,
As he tried to walk her space,
Give suggestions
And results.
After all it had always been her home,
Even she did get confused on drawers,
And cupboards sometimes.
Imagine then him:
Yet!
I could see him…
Useless!
Out of touch!
Claim to know something he had never touched…

In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

I can not think of you without a smile

I wait for your call

But in vain

You are nowhere to be found.