She asked me to wait for her in the rain while she calmly leaned under the shadows of a pear tree kissing another.

You are not
a butterfly but
it seems you
move like one.
The way you
flutter about tells
stories about you.
Don't you ever
keep still for
a moment.
Joyfully you
roam all around
looking for where
to perch.
Even in your
rest you still move.
Your heart rovers
about thinking of
what to do and
where next to be.
But you love
the flowers
that blooms and
blossom in the open.
You love nectar
from each different
kinds of flowers
in the orchard.
Your life is
full of energy
pulsating with subtle
expression of beauty.
I can see how
colourful your
world has become.
Beauty is
wrought in you.
Gentle and fragile
but elegant and lovely.
Minding your business,
you are very dutiful
and like the butterfly,
that pollinates the
flowers with a touch,
you transform every
life in your sphere.
There's no idle
moment in you.
You understand that
each moment has
a purpose in creation.
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The day I
saw you I just
knew there was
something so
good and special
about you.
It was a
cold beautiful
Friday morning.
You snuggled
on a couch
beside a fireplace
reading an African
poetry book.
Unaware of my
presence.
Unruffled by the
noise in the room.
It was dark and
drizzling with
thunderstorm
shattering the sky.
Only a flicker
and glow from
outside flashing
into our space.
Our host puts
on a symphony
orchestra by Mozart.
Who would have
thought that our
hearts and lives
would have merged
and blended together
by a piece of music
for a lifetime walk.
That beautiful music,
like a spell,
mysteriously and
unwittingly caused
magic to happen
that night.
There was a
thunderbolt and
our eyes met
as if there was
an internal pull
our hearts interlocked.
It was such a beautiful
unforgettable moment.
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Loving the living
and the unlovable
is really so hard.
Fulfill the law,
what law
you may ask.
The new law.
Law on love,
engraved so deeply
in your heart.
It's so simple.
Swallow your pride,
enter the narrow gate,
save yourselves.
Why would something
so simple be
so hard to do.
And why will
anything meant to
bring joy
be so painful.
Love leads to
life eternal.
If you don't
want to hear
"I never knew you "
then love your
neighbor as yourself
for your neighbor
is an important
extension of you .
If you don't
want to be
the reject, or
feel rejected
by the words,
"depart from me",
"I never knew you",
then do the
right things for
your safety and
love deeply without
asking for anything
in return,
but to just love.
Love is divine.
Love fulfills the law.
Love hides a
multitudes of sin.
Love is acceptable.
Love heals.
Love mends.
Love rebuilds.
With love war
and strive ceases.
Pride is the
absence of
understanding with love.
You'll never enter
the new kingdom
without love.
Never means never,
trust me.
It's just that simple.
The only way
to harmony here
and in
eternity is love.
Just to love.
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The blood is
the ink of life
where the blueprint
and secrets of
life are hidden,
flowing in your
veins like  
tributaries running
throughout your body
distributing life giving
energy force in
your being.
Vitalising the whole
system with ions
of vibrational sublime
subtle expression,
so full of spirituality.
Take care of
your body,
it's the only place
you have to live.
Impact the world
with your presence,
and your essence.
Sow and leave your
fingerprint in the world.
Plant seeds that will
bring forth good fruits.
Nurture your body
with utmost care,
support it and
pamper it with
so much love.
Entertain your body
for it is the
only castle where
your soul dwells.
There is no other,
no none like it.
Soak it with
your meditations,
exercise your body,
as well as your mind.
Take in breaths of
fresh air and water.
Spend time out
in the sun during
the day and the
moon at night,
watching the stars
glitter in the galaxy,
take in the beauty
of nature in your life
and appreciate with
Thanksgiving all it
has offered you.
Be happy with yourself.
Find meaning and
purpose in this life.
Listen,watch and pray,
keep your eyes to
the heavens.
Feed your body with
nature's natural food.
You'll be so glad
you did too.
With your abilities and
talents leave a mark
to be remembered
when you are gone.
And at the end yield
yourself to the call
of the divine with
gladness in your heart.
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Days passed before
my tired eyes
with their
incessant activities.
Moon and the
night came to
quite my eyes
to rest my
tired body and
rejuvenate my being.
Spring is here
to awaken and refresh
everything once asleep.
To enjoy the
rain and prepare
for summer.
Summer is here
again at last,
it comes to
bring vitality
into the spirit.
And here comes
the beautiful autumn,
reminding me once
again to start
packing for the
fall where subtle
changes affects
and brings gladness
and beauty.
Welcome the winter,
and it's brightness.
A part of the
world in a
world of its own.
Nature at its beauty,
displayed before
my very eyes.
Here nature is
born again.
Glistering on the
rooftop,
a speck of
the snow flecks,
resonating with
beauty of the
shimmering sun.
A time to
hibernate and to
reflect on all
that have passed,
and waiting for
the spring once
again to come.
Going around in
circles of life,
nights and days
came to pass
in line with nature.
I lived another
circle of existence,  
another beginning
of another year
filled with love
for all that exists.
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Are you afraid
of losing me
or losing yourself
in your imagination.
Holding so tight
of the things
you claim to
love is obsession
and not love.
Free your spirit
to reclaim yourself.
To love is to
feel pain,
it is sometimes
painful.
It will even be
more painful if
you held on
so tight.
But love will
ease it of you.
You don't have
to suffer the pangs
of the bite of love
for i genuinely
love you.
But this love
brings you pain
when you
hold tight.
I can't breath
since you
won't let go.
Hold me gently,
i'm still yours.
Hold me
loosely and
you'll have
me forever.
No need to
suffocate what
you love by
holding so tight
or I die. .
Free me so
as to last.
Water me with
words of love
to sprout,
not to wither.
The love in
my heart is
just for you.
Respect and care,
is all I need.
I'm not a
toy or a piece
of possession.
Neither am i
a rubber stamp
you pick up
anytime you want
to stamp your
heart when
you need me.
I'm still yours
even in my
freedom.
What is the
essence of my
imprisonment in
your heart,
i'm not a
caged animal
but a soul
willing to share
my heart and
my love,
my life and
my essence with you.
But set me free
so I can be
like the butterfly
looking for flowers
to drink on
the nectar,
hovering around
you with
tremendous gladness.
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