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Bodhi May 2017
4'000 miles
The lines stitched into the highways, the never ending seams
on roads that are less than traveled,
dividing you and me.

I wish I could unravel, the fabric in-between, and tear away
the distance, to bring you closer to me.
Bodhi May 2017
Still i would die tomorrow knowing
I spent a handful of breathless moments
With you . . .
Than live a lifetime
Of ordinary breathing
Bodhi May 2017
As soon as the first fire sparked.
I have been trying hard.
To keep the fire alive.
But it's been getting really hard, and I don't even know,
If it's worth saving anymore.
The light is dying.
The flame is dimming.
And my hope is escaping.
Was it even something to hope for to begin with . . .
Only time will tell.
Will the flame burn brightly?
or just . . .
BURN
Bodhi May 2017
I am in darkness at the foot of a great mountain, searching for a precious jewel. Then I look up at the shinning mountain peak.
If the jewel is to be found, it must be at the top.
I climb and climb, beginning my arduous journey that takes me many years.
At least I reach my journeys end. I stand bathed in the bright light.
My eyesight is clear now, yet the jewel is nowhere to be found.
I look upon the valley far bellow, where I started my journey many years ago.
Only then do I realise that that the jewel had always been within me,
even then, and that the light had always been shinning.
Only my eyes had been closed.
Bodhi May 2017
Milarepa had searched everywhere for enlightenment, but could find no answer - until one day, he saw an old man walking slowly down a mountain path, carrying a heavy sack.
Immediately, Milarepa sensed that this old man knew than secret he had been searching for.
"Old man, please tell me what you know, What is enlightenment?"
The old man smiled at him for a moment and swung the heavy burden off his shoulders, and stood straight.
"Yes I see!" cried Milarepa "My ever lasting gratitude. But please, one question more. What is after enlightenment?"
Smiling again, the old man picked up his sack once again.
Slung it over his shoulders, steadied his burden, and continued on his way.
Bodhi May 2017
I cant wait for the day
when I don't have to miss you anymore
Bodhi May 2017
I love you, As you stay in my heart,
No-one can ever make us apart,
The feeling of your love has touched my soul,
In my life,
You play the most important role.

Please don't leave me,
And stay as you are,
Cant imagine my life without you,
You are my life's shinning star,
Love you lots my dear
Bodhi May 2017
I'm jealous of the morning sun,
who gets to be the first to see you.

Or the cup of coffee,
who gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake
Bodhi May 2017
It was so cold. Snow fell constantly, and ice formed over all the waters. The animals had never seen snow before. At first, it was a novelty, something to play in. But the cold increased tenfold, and they began to worry. The little animals were being buried in the snow drifts and the larger animals could hardly walk because the snow was so deep. Soon, all would perish if something were not done.

"We must send a messenger to Kijiamuh Ka'ong, the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be," said Wise Owl. "We must ask him to think the world warm again so that Spirit Snow will leave us in peace."

The animals were pleased with this plan. They began to debate among themselves, trying to decide who to send up to the Creator. Wise Owl could not see well during the daylight, so he could not go. Coyote was easily distracted and like playing tricks, so he could not be trusted. Turtle was steady and stable, but he crawled too slowly. Finally, Rainbow Crow, the most beautiful of all the birds with shimmering feathers of rainbow hues and an enchanting singing voice, was chosen to go to Kijiamuh Ka'ong.

It was an arduous journey, three days up and up into the heavens, passed the trees and clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, and even above all the stars. He was buffeted by winds and had no place to rest, but he carried bravely on until he reached Heaven. When Rainbow Crow reached the Holy Place, he called out to the Creator, but received no answer. The Creator was too busy thinking up what would be to notice even the most beautiful of birds. So Rainbow Crow began to sing his most beautiful song.

The Creator was drawn from his thoughts by the lovely sound, and came to see which bird was making it. He greeted Rainbow Crow kindly and asked what gift he could give the noble bird in exchange for his song. Rainbow Crow asked the Creator to un-think the snow, so that the animals of Earth would not be buried and freeze to death. But the Creator told Rainbow Crow that the snow and the ice had spirits of their own and could not be destroyed.

"What shall we do then?" asked the Rainbow Crow. "We will all freeze or smother under the snow."

"You will not freeze," the Creator reassured him, "For I will think of Fire, something that will warm all creatures during the cold times."

The Creator stuck a stick into the blazing hot sun. The end blazed with a bright, glowing fire which burned brightly and gave off heat. "This is Fire," he told Rainbow Crow, handing him the cool end of the stick. "You must hurry to Earth as fast as you can fly before the stick burns up."

Rainbow Crow nodded his thanks to the Creator and flew as fast as he could go. It was a three-day trip to Heaven, and he was worried that the Fire would burn out before he reached the Earth. The stick was large and heavy, but the fire kept Rainbow Crow warm as he descended from Heaven down to the bright path of the stars. Then the Fire grew hot as it came closer to Rainbow Crows feathers. As he flew passed the Sun, his tail caught on fire, turning the shimmering beautiful feathers black. By the time he flew passed the Moon, his whole body was black with soot from the hot Fire. When he plunged into the Sky and flew through the clouds, the smoke got into his throat, strangling his beautiful singing voice.

By the time Rainbow Crow landed among the freezing-cold animals of Earth, he was black as tar and could only Caw instead of sing. He delivered the fire to the animals, and they melted the snow and warmed themselves, rescuing the littlest animals from the snow drifts where they lay buried.

It was a time of rejoicing, for Tindeh - Fire - had come to Earth. But Rainbow Crow sat apart, saddened by his dull, ugly feathers and his rasping voice. Then he felt the touch of wind on his face. He looked up and saw the Creator Who Creates By Thinking What Will Be walking toward him.

"Do not be sad, Rainbow Crow," the Creator said. "All animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them. And when the people come, they will not hunt you, for I have made your flesh taste of smoke so that it is no good to eat and your black feathers and hoarse voice will prevent man from putting you into a cage to sing for him. You will be free."

Then the Creator pointed to Rainbow Crow's black feathers. Before his eyes, Rainbow Crow saw the dull feathers become shiny and inside each one, he could see all the colors of the rainbow. "This will remind everyone who sees you of the service you have been to your people," he said, "and the sacrifice you made that saved them all."

And so shall it ever be.
~ Lenni Lenape Tribe
Bodhi May 2017
Tell me about your heart,
How it stole breath from my lungs
And still warmed my veins
Bodhi May 2017
That girl with the broken heart
Shes worth more than she realises
There's a galaxy hidden behind those tired eyes
When she smiles she draws you in like a black-hole
The tears that spill from her eyes fall like shooting stars
And, oh, that heart
It loves more harshly than the sun burns!
Bodhi May 2017
The first time we touched, its as if a whole new world of
galaxies had opened up, the universe conspired, the stars approved,
the moon stopped hiding just to peer at us from above,
and for the first time, finally, finally, something felt right
Bodhi May 2017
To know
To know that I miss you
So much when you leave
To know that I need you
Like the air i breath

To know that I want you
With a passion so blind
Is to know that I love you
With no doubt in my mind.
Bodhi May 2017
When tomorrow starts without me
Don't think we are far apart
For every time you think of me
I am right here in your heart
Bodhi May 2017
Tyger Tyger burning bright in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye could frame thy perfect symmetry.
In what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes
On what wings did he aspire
What hand dare seize the fire.
And what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat what dread hand and what dread feet.
What the hammer what the chain in what furnace was thy brain
What anvil what dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp.
And when the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears
Did he smile is work to see?
Did he who make the lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright in the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye could frame thy perfect symmetry.
~ William Blake
Bodhi May 2017
We love with a love
that was more than love
~ Edgar Allan Poe
Bodhi May 2017
When I saw you i fell in love
And you smiled because you knew
~ Shakespeare
Bodhi May 2017
When I say I love you, Please believe it's true.
When i say forever, know I'll never leave you.
When i say goodbye, promise me you wont cry.
Because the day I'll be saying that,
Will be the day I die.
Bodhi May 2017
I wake up everyday with your smile in my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft, so kind.
My dreams are filled with thoughts of me & you.
I awake and smile, for my dreams have come true.
I have you to guide me through my trouble and fears.
I'll always be here for you through your struggles and tears.
I love you more than my words could ever show.
You mean everything to me, I just want you to know.
I'll be here for you no matter what dilemma.
You will always be my first agenda.
Bodhi May 2017
Someday if you are lucky, you'll return from a thunderous journey, trailing snake scales, wing fragments, and the musk of the earth and moon.
Eyes will examine you for signs of damage or change and you too will wonder if your skin shows traces, of fur or leaves, if thrushes have built a nest in your hair.
If Andromeda burns from your eyes.
Don't be surprised by prickly questions from those who barely inhabit  their own fleeting lives, who barely taste their own potential, who barely dream.
If your hands are empty, treasureless, if your toes have not grown claws, if your obedient voice has not become a wildcry, a howl, you will reasure them.
We warned you, they might declare, there is nothing else, no point, no meaning, no mystery at all. Just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet they will tremble, mute, afraid you've returned without sweet elixir for unspeakable thirst, without a fluent dance or holy language.
No teach them without compass bearing to a forgotten boarder where no-one crosses without weeping for the terrible beauty of galaxies and granite and stone.
They tremble, hoping your lips hold a secret, that the song your body now sings will redeem them, yet they fear.
Your secret is dangerous, shattering and once it flies from your astonished mouth, they-like-you-must-dis-intergrate
Before unfolding tremendous wings.
Bodhi May 2017
You are the source of my joy,
and my whole heart,
promise me,
my love,
that we will never be apart.
Bodhi May 2017
You are -
The one
I love with all my heart
The one I think of every night
The one
That helps me make everything right
The one
I dream of when I sleep at night
The one
I think of when i hug my pillow tight
The one
I'm not giving up without a fight
Bodhi May 2017
Tell me about your heart,
how it stole breath from my lungs,
and still warmed my veins.

— The End —