My love it runs deep, carving paths through tiny crevices,
under the surface, within.
It cascades over jagged edges, smoothly, undeterred, undevided.
My love it runs swiftly, not holding back, resolute and ever-knowing
where the basin-home lies, wide-open.
Shall it be cut off from the main-stream course, an unexpected turn-
it keeps gliding, slowly, gently onward.
And shall it lose momentum, caught in a depression, turn
murky, foul, lifeless - patience - over seasons or ages
it shall rise and become clear, weightless.
My love is never old - change is her shadow - loss, a mirage
on the long journey through the frenzied jungle, home.
Formless is her nature, unbecoming and rebirth - her breath -
every moment, anew.

One explains a tender touch
As one explains the sunrise -
You could only picture such
A wonder with your own eyes

Comforting possiblity
That, still, you suddenly recall
The ultimate futility
Of doing anything at all

Submerged in zero gravity, the mind
Free floating, un-anchored, in the space
Surrounding the fixed point, a focus,
Seen from every perspective,
Holding its own emptiness from where
There is no turning away. But how
Captivating the vacuum is, in it
A carousel of imaginary views,
In the shape of anything desired and out of reach. I would spend an eternity in
This holographic void.

Lingering salt from the risen sand
Reminisces of a sea-side land
I have abandoned in search of peace
Arriving inland - no sea, no release
From the concrete-desert landscape
Bricks and bridges, and no escape
For the dirt from pores into water
Only mortar and glass, but the latter
Like the sea, shines and reflects
Made of sand, this mirage protects
The memory of this desert land
Where light, reflected, on the skin lands
Like airplanes arriving from distant lands
Where pigment - the only reminder that stands
Free from our far-fleeing, wandering hands

Silence, perfect - no words needed
In the sublime, calm presence of you.
Within, something is dancing
So subtle and grand, so
Delicate and full of life.

Outside, breath is the only
Movement in the stillness
Of eternal presence, gentle,
Warm, the music for my soul.

I have been mad, addicted
With conjuring your presence
I'm hopelessly afflicted
With longing for your essence
But I do not seek your attention
For you are but my mind's creation

Upright, shuffling forward
With time and space
Navigating through the light,
Responding to frequencies,
Degrees of temperature,
Unseen fluctuations, unknown
Ever-changing phenomena
Impermenant, ever ending and
Locked in the present, but never
Still in it, always
Transformed by the inner
And outer, and looking
To find oneself, the elusive
Being, somewhere,
Everywhere in between

All lost in the past
In the present returns
Wherein all is given;
The future is false

When I hurt you it
Hurts me a tenfold.

To be nature is to be plenty
Kind to one self, to care for
Our roots with nurture and to bare
Our fruits with love.
To be nature is to give not but of oneself and to one’s greater Self, to
Take not but what is given.
To be wind is to speak softly and sweetly, rushing through the frenzy of our life’s forests, yet be fluid, unrelenting, not unlike water,
that shall never be diverted from a destined course- not by a million foreign bodies and fragments of waste in its belly.
Nature knows no indifference, flowering, always, in gratitude.
To be nature is to know the flowering may not stop, the obstacles in
Its paths invisible to the eyes of the
Day and the Night, the whole -
Not the sum of her parts but the Breath which makes us
Matter

Every moment, with you, is
eternity, every sound
a symphony, every move
choreography.

Together, our lives are
a tapestry, gracefully
Woven with love -
Perfect harmony.

Dear intruder in my mind
Skillfully you hide inside -
At length I search and seek you out
But you are nowhere to be found!
You wear me out, I run around
And can't find peace, But all the same
I know the secret of your game
Your voice inside my head is mine

Bless the breath your chest,
Rising and falling, lends you
while you motionless are resting.
Bless your stillness and your stirring,
Bless the ground on every path you're walking.
Make blissful every dream you're seeing.
Bless your heart for tirelessly working
So that you may bless this world each day that you awaken.
Gratitude for every step you've taken that has brought you so close to me.
Seeing you breathe under the moonlight is such a thing of beauty!

When I pass on this life will have been
Turbulent,
But sweet,
Not concrete
Like my poems:
Not perfect,
Yet complete
With stubborn attitude
I will have competed
With probability,
With humble gratitude
I will have submitted
To inevitability,
I will look back and see
My legacy,
Fulfil the prophecy
To repeat my destiny
To exist temporarily
And face
Uncertainty
Till I flee
Time and become
Eternity.

I love to feel the way you wield
Your power over me
I fear the way that you control
My thoughts so easily
The force between us makes this distance
Weigh so heavily

When you left the emptiness
Beside me somehow grew emptier,
The walls caved in closer around me,
The air became thinner.

In the absence of you the presence of joy
Seemed contradictory, like a
Bright sunset on a cloudy evening,
Or a good dream on a sleepless night.

Whatever part of me you took with you,
You can keep it as you keep yourself
Away from me, and I will find it again
And become someone you never knew.

Lately I've been feeling
Like a walking, talking
Feeling, not a Being.

Thinking about you, all that I am is
Loving, yearning, dreaming;
Disappearing.

I don't know if
You know what I mean when
I say that
I'm thinking about you, let me explain:
I sense you as though I am near you,
My thoughts reach out to you, trying to reach you,
To touch you, to see you, to hear you
I know you're not here, but
You're here in my inner view,
I hold you inside me and
Hide me inside you.
Can you, too, feel me beside you?

What could have been
But never was
The past is gone
I let it pass

So many chances
Never taken,
Did I miss out?
Should I keep waiting?

To seize the day
You must be brave
I was afraid,
Is it too late?

The easy way
Is to stay still -
Maybe someday
Love will appear

Please forgive me, and give me
A chance to redeem myself, for I have
Forgotten how, presently and until now
I've been surpemely, unspeakably
Blessed by your presence, your essence
Enveloping me is
the kingdom of heaven
Throughout and within, you therein
is the Queen, and I die for you -
When my eyes meet your eyes I am gone and am one with you.

To capture
The special moment
Just open your palm, don't hold it -
Let it linger a second,
Come and move on - don't fight it
Invite it, release and forget it
The next one will be just like it

I went outside to smoke a cigarette
And I looked at the trees
And I looked to the trees
For guidance

And the trees said
Be still.
Do not wander
And be present with your pain,
Do not seek another place but here.
Let it come over you and depart as
The clouds come and go in the sky
Or as the rain washes over the landscape
Or as time passes through all.

All living things find the way back home in time;
There is nowhere else to be.

The vast majority of our only known home is submerged
In a singular element.
Gallons and currents and waves,
Depth and surface, qualities
Which hardly divide it,
The unified whole, as far as can be seen,
Overwhelmingly omnipresent.

The entirety of what is known of our lives exists
In a singular progression.
Years and hours and moments,
Long or brief, measurments
Which do naught to divide it,
The universal present, the only experience possible eternally.

Within this omnipresent permanence existing, our bodies - drops in the ocean and mere flashes in time.
Who is to say that Love - its objects, time or placement notwithstanding - is not
All that we are, united, the one and only
Whole that we can ever be?

Moved by plentiful blessings,
My ecstatic soul sings
To the pulse of your essence,
Strumming on my heart-strings

Your touch; my love,
Like dawn, shines light
In my, tired eyes
Your warmth, the fuel
That moves, my Soul
Your voice; my calm

Simply, because
You breathe, like air
My heart, is light,
It feels: you're here
By me, and I'm
By you, my dear

You know who you are
And you know that I'm thinking
About you.

I know that I'm here
But I feel like I'm not
And I'm fine lost in thought
If my thoughts are
About you.

My darling, you are
Like the north star,
No matter how far
In my mind's view I always
Can find you.

Like a compass I am
Always looking at you,
All-encompassing view from within
Take me in and I'm sure I can
Guide you.

I bow to the strong unknown forces inside me
that brought me beside you.

A vibrant violet crown, majestic fibers,
Prominent ***** allows for bearing of
Gently-sweet fruit

Suffering is where the flower got its name, the bittersweet martyrdom of Saints in the name of Holliness

How strangely appropriate that pain and passion be herein so intertwined,
Beauty and death so delicately linked

Scarcely can we tell apart the pain and pleasure that life's vessel holds

The Youth breathes new life into
Dried up old words on dead tree sheets
Unveiling new meanings to the same old
Symbols, seeing new signs.

The forest is clearly visible from space
But the trees are palpable, hence
More real to those who rummage in
The darkness with old eyes

When "I have a bad feeling about this"
Stops evoking "disobedience" and starts
Beckoning "tell me more," the dizzying
Roundabout motion of history

Will take the nearest exit
Into new possibilities,
Never before envisioned,
Newly dreamed.

Roads, routes, coast, sand,
You never know where you will land.
Good company, a celebration,
Parting gifts - words of affection.
While gentle bonds between us grow
Some always stay while others go.
While distance between bodies grows,
To me you are forever close.
My love for you no distance knows.

With one hand on your heart,
Another on your lap,
Eyes shut, imagine being
The center of everything.

How the energy converges at your core,
The lightness of losing form,
The movement of the breath from
Emptiness to life, eternal cycle.

Enjoy the sound of silence for
A moment of eternity, the luminous
Glow from withing and throughout.
Come back. Look out.

Everything, exactly as it should be.

Under the sun all thought and shape
Spring from and turn to sand
A breeze brings form to life in this
Stillness with no end

The eternal ennui got me staring at screens
Got me replaying scenes
Sleeping yearning for dreams

Dreams of stepping aside
From the spotlight to hide
From the eyes of my mind

To escape from my reflection
I write what I feel inside
Hoping for a confirmation
That our feelings coincide

My body by yours,
Resting quietly, peacefully -
Like it was meant to be
Here.

My hand in your hand
Fits so easily, perfectly -
As if it was meant to be
There.