Go back to
the source of
your beginning
to find peace.
Within the beginning
is your source.
Beneath the source
lies the life
that sustain you.
From the beginning,
there is no
other life except
the one that
pulsates within you.
This vital life force
is your source
of being.
Your being emanated
from a living
source if the
universe to give
rise to something
magnificently unique.
This life force
is the breath
within breathe.
Powerful in it's
exaction and
precise and accurate
to it's timing.
As above,
so it is  below.
Gyrating in it's swing
to work in
synergy with all things
as allowed in nature.
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The whispers of
a lonely old man
heart rending words,
muttering,
sitting all alone
in the dark.
The small room
lighted only by
flicker of a
dim lampshade
on an old
soiled worn out
side table,
with a few
old books,
a writing pad
and a pencil.
His only companion
a parrot chatting
as if to
tell him to
speak louder.
A deafening silence
overshadowed by the
weariness of the
dark quiet room
made it a
bit scary.
The old man
nurtured with cereal
made by an
old dumb maid
living next door.
Loneliness had almost
consumed him,
except for the
sparkle in his
deep sunken
dark sad eyes.
His wrinkled face
full of wisdom,
smiling softly so
subtly as if
he had no care
in the world
at all,
but the secrets
of the sages
within him.
Such is the
heart God dwells.
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The breathe of
the immortal flows
in me and
vitalise the royal blood
in my being.
My spirit is
ever so young.
I have a
sober and
quiet mind.
With a humbled
and grateful heart
i come to you.
Your presence
comforts me.
You formed me
solely from the
space dust that
fell on the earth.
I came from
above and now live
below on earth.
I am the man
of heaven and
of earth.
I watched the
sunrise at dawn
and the sunset
at dusk.
I can be anything
i want to be
because of the
power that works
in me.
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Beautiful evening,
with a beautiful
full moon.
We watched as
the shooting star
flew by.
Star filled sky,
at this lonely night,
we hold hands
going forward together.
Nature itself bears
witness to our love.
The night creatures
sing their songs
close by,
as the moon
dimly lights
the way for us.
What a moment,
so beautiful
and magical,
adorned with smiles
and laughter.
Fireflies everywhere
as if to guide us
to the garden.
Beautiful flowers
welcomed us
with their fragrance.
With the stroke of
quiet radiant evening,
a new beginning
just began.
Today is cherished
and unforgettable.
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The vague thoughts
of you in
my head is
definitely an illusion
of silly deception.
It's like a
deception of a
deluded one asked
to step into the
deep murky waters
just to retrieve
the slimy spit
of a loved one.
Like a man
who shaved
his beard off
and still wants
to wear it
on his head
as a souvenir.
Like a child
that saves his
tears on a jar
to be used
as an ointment.
Like something
you don't know
or understand
that mysteriously
pulls you back.
Like an uncanny
whirlwind that
blows at midday.
Like the sound
of an unseen feet
raising lots
of dust on
a lonely street.
It is a
terrible deception that
cannot be atoned
either in time
or eternity.
Like a foul
smelling ****
that can choke
even the fish
in the deepest waters.
I just want
to be myself,
not you.
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Your love
consumes me
in a unique way
my heart sings
a new melody,
and i
dance for you.
Your heart
swallowed me up,
so I can
stay with you.
Your presence
comforts me,
so i can safely
feel your essence.
Your lips
caresses me,
so your sweetness
overtakes me.
Your ******* feeds
and satisfy me,
i want no other.
Your arms
embraced me as
a warm covering
against loneliness.
Your words
filled me up
with so much joy,
i am fulfilled.
What can I say
about your kiss,
it makes me
go weak at
the knees.
How you do
me is amazing,
you are
my weakness.
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Enfold me in
your warm embrace
with passion and
pleasure.
Delight in the
whispers of the
immortal voice.
You must give
everything to
make you as
beautiful as the
dreams that dance
in your imagination.
Like the illusion
of magic into
the world beyond
to see the
world of mortals
and immortals.
You who can
dance with me
to the music
of the fairy
spirits in the wind,
come let's dance
and be merry.
With the breathe
of the immortal,
the fire burns
within to erotically
penetrate the spine
through the Yoni,
sending you to
the inner temple
where everything else,
even the stony
hearts melts.
Don't ever let
anyone enter
your inner chamber
without love.
You are
my treasure and
my pleasure.
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