She has yet to enter my life
Like a ship approaching the coast
The winds that carry her to me
Are my own thought vibrations

My thoughts about her ring out
And create waves
Bringing warm waters
To my shores

She has yet to enter my life
Like the sun on a summer's dawn
Bathing the pastures in glowing warm light
She is the warm rays in the morning of my life.

Life has a way of speaking to you,
If you allow yourself to listen
So many days fly by without notice
Without meaning or difference.

Life has a way to show you the path
When we think we are travelling all alone
Sometimes we don't know where we're going
Living life blindfolded.

Life has a way of showing you
Your true self and that of others
If we would only tune in
To those around us.

Life can give you abundance
If we only realise the true worth
Of the things around us
We take for granted.

Life can give you true happiness
If we only let go
Of our comparison with others
And if we take ownership
Of the direction of our lives.

The earth, the oceans, the sun, the wind
The truth is revealed when you look within
No longer troubled by material things
I am a fountain from which life springs.

She tosses her hair to the side, revealing a naked neck
A subtle invitation to play
As her eyes display a deep furious passion.

She balances her head on her cradled hands
A signal of her interest
While her eyes deep passion demands
That I don't stare at her *******.

Remaining calm I meet her gaze
Her pupils dilate in the shadowy evening
I've been thinking about her for days
Her beauty and poise is sincerely striking.

I bridge the gap our bodies leave
And gently touch her hand
She draws breath in, her chest it heaves
I proceed without a plan.

My mind is free from carnal thoughts
But filled with opportunity
To know this woman and her thoughts
As her eyes see straight through me.

She responds well to my touch
Her eyes now have a mischievous sparkle
I want to hold her now so much
My movements smooth, I don't want to startle.

As she goes to leave she whispers in my ear
Her breath creating a sensual tingle
She tells me what I want to hear
Words a man wants to hear when he's single.

She lingers in my mind
Like soap around a basin
Light, bubbly and fragrant
As time begins to hasten.

Years go by but still
Her face is in my mind
This happens against my will
And in my daily grind.

My feelings for her are nill
Yet she appears in images still
I wonder why I think of her?
I wonder what these thoughts are for?

Winding down the week I find,
Your eyes meet mine as you pass by.
Our mouths in sync they form a smile,
Two strangers in the street say hi.

We get paid in ephemeral digits,
Intangible,
For contributing our time,
Another figment of the mind.

Our time is only valued,
Based on descriptions of our experience,
That befit a prescription by others,
A judgement of our function.

We choose our experiences,
So that when they choose us,
We fit in neatly,
A cog in a machine.

All this we do, for the large part,
To free our choices,
To have the freedom to experience,
As we choose.