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PFL Jun 2016
Beyond any understanding of readiness,
Past the present, onto the horizon of a next moment to spare.
Within a hidden emptiness,
Somewhere to be, not aware.
Where echoing tensions melt,
  Into a calming silence, allowing the Soul to articulate,
The heart listens to love as it translates,
Touching self expressions, it’s where peace in mind dwells.
                                                         ­         PFL
PFL Jun 2016
In the likeness of dew
One can see
A nightly gathered convex galaxy
Gazillions of translucent pearls from her majesty
Infinite food for more than just whorls
Radiance expressed from a single source.
Mother ocean, giving us, her gifts, of course.
Touched, life unfurls
Who are we to think we can improve the design of this world.
                                                          ­                     PFL
PFL Jun 2016
Intentions,
Are the root of any matter.
Action,
The tree that grows from Intentions.
Words,
Are the branches that support our Intentions and Actions
Purpose,
The leaves and blossoms
That shelter and nourish our Intentions, Actions and Words.
                           PFL
PFL Jun 2016
We kissed,
Eyes closed, latticed arms’ unfurl,
Approaching was our bus.
Boarded, we three now parted,
Me with her,
She without the two of us.
Separated never astray,
Love’s pull,
Fills the silence when she’s away.
Strong our woven lace.
Shadows cast from above pass along the avenue in our wake,
Reminiscing the memories previously endured
When we three picnicked under the allure
Of ancient lovers’ shaded embrace.  
In a garden encased
By braided weeping ficuses
When raindrops fell, not all could we forsake.
Dew searching to quench dryness
Single drops escaped the umbrellaing trees’ clutch.
Our shared meals together,
Seasoned by myths and tears from laughter
Nice to be under the influence of another who too, expresses such,
Impromptu panini, zagara scented beer, people watching, colored by wondrous smells
Palermitano street food; a one of kind cultural meld..
Buon pranzo to all, may yours be the same,
Each day a new life experience to share and claim.
                   PFL

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