What are you waiting for ,
Why you hesitate when everything
you’ve ever wanted miraculously
shows up
Could it be because deep down
you doubt your worth and ability
Could you often place yourself
In permanent holding patterns
because when your hopes and dreams knock,
why you shy away  
when providence parts the waters
and the sunlight shines on the answer ,
Could your fear blind you from seeing it
Because
sometimes you have to quiet
your mind and dive into the beauty of love
Is there a risk,  Absolutely .....
But it’s better than circling the same things
over  and over never getting anywhere

You’ve got this love bug
Jump ...
Stop worrying about
whether you can swim
when you were born
to fly

.
The larks playing on a summer breeze,
and finches darting in betwixt the trees,
my mind is enthralled by what it sees.

A lark lands on my shoulder,
and it sang to me a secret,
I would love to tell it to you,
but I promised I would keep it.


© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)

When
    It
     Comes
       To
    Love
Literally
        I
Propose
      The
Kind
      Of
     Intimacy
So
               Flawlessly
                               Glamorous
                       Even
                              Poetry 
                          ­    Cannot
                       Describe.

.
The waves spilled the rising tide
back into the scattered footprints  in the sand
deeply entrenched in life’s mystery,
receding into every breaking wave


A stiff sea breeze put back every grain of sand,
elements of a larger object gathers,
gravity firmed, into the silent shoreline chasms—
a beheld essence washed out to sea
by the fugitive tides and retreating sea-foam


Soon all trodden traces visibly vanish;
unmarked mileposts on a metaphysical pathway
slip away back to a windswept shoreline
and elapsing summer tide


Seabirds glide in slow-motion,
held sway into the shapeless gusts —
as if feathered puppets hovering,
hanging from the rafters
of the burgeoning orange sky


There's an uncommon peace in the renaissance;
effervescent crisp ocean air filling
the indefinable emptiness
marooned within each heartbeat’s echo


Each new breath inhaled,  disappearing within
the unhealed hollow of every thing once believed;
fully aware this life is unholdable as time,
yet feeling many things deeply retained
    in each passing moment—
slipping away like a handful of sand
sifting through all these hands once held


Presence becoming wreathed in a miasma of stillness,
space that levitates like an unpredictable fog
that seeps into the gnawing voids
of an unsated hunger



harlon rivers  ...  August 1st,  2018