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 Feb 11
NuurSeraph
Eyes feast upon a sumptuous,
swirling confection of starry molasses,
poured thick into the Milky Way.

Walking feet leave behind a trail
of impermanence along the shoreline,
with every fading footprint ~
an act of letting go.

Giddy sounds of joy escape parted lips, spreading wide crescent moons
across faces ~ lighting up the world.

Tingling taste buds,
in a trance, under the spell
of a sultry Georgia peach,
both a blessing and a curse
to crave the flesh beneath her skin.

A rich river of aroma carries currents
past the gates of a temple to intoxicate
the senses of the monks on retreat.

When the portals of perception
seek connection, they’ll insist
that you let them,
lest you lose your sense of self
to the bliss of timeless space.
An unfolding paradox of pleasure and pain takes center stage in the dramatic storyline of our lives as we continually seek sensual connection with the world around us. A poem in honor of the Dyad’s polar Principle of Connection/Separation.
~ more Meditation please ~
 Apr 2024
Carlo C Gomez
It must be dark
out here in the cold penumbra,
where mile after mile
no one smiles,

dots and loops,
dots and loops,
a kind of blissful nullity,
beautiful and pointless,

wearing at the edges
it almost stings,
seclusion unraveling
at the underground in us all,

aubade aberrations abound,
challenging the orthodoxy
of the troublesome
morning road,

but should this near-life experience
hydroplane toward
another mineshaft, it helps to know
less is less, not more.
 Dec 2018
Girard Tournesol
The wind is full of shallow nothings
Drought, fire, vermin, climate, poverty
Rustling the leaves with a gossip
Deep roots will never hear
Offered in the age of "alternative facts."  Peace.
 Dec 2018
Girard Tournesol
Eternity combs my hair with stars
For those I've loved this long life
Oh starry, starry, starry night
Part me on that painted dawn
 Jul 2018
Psyche
Paper boats sail
With little paper sailors
And their little paper hearts
They belong to a sea
Of broken blue acrylic

Paper aeroplanes fly
With little paper pilots
And their little paper courage
They belong to a sky
Of rich and dank enamel

nothing is real

Little paper people
Walk restlessly around
Some little paper town
They have no home
They don't belong

In this paper world
Where we are all
Just being eaten by
Mildew
Waiting for paper rain
To wash us all away
To wash this Paper World away

It's not a dream
It's just on paper
That's why
nothing is real
 May 2018
Nibinlal
She
I have seen the stars,
I have seen the moon.

But,

In her eye I saw myself.
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