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Rhea Sheilah Jun 2015
oh! how cute you are
with that round brown pupil
I fall in love always
when you roll back
and catch me as i steal a glance

window of the soul
the most beautiful of all
like the sky oculus
the early February moon..
Brown eye are breathe taking,sometimes I admire them and wish i had  them forgetting that i actually do
  Jun 2015 Rhea Sheilah
Cecil Miller
Where you look, your eyes will find me.
I am in the shade of every tree.
I am inside every tableau.
You only need to ask to learn,
You already have the answer to your quary.
Turn your attention inward
To turn to the Kingdom of Heaven.
You are My Logia.

Whosoever finds meaning in these sayings shall not experience death.

Let he who seeks keep seeking,
Seeking until he finds.
He will then be troubled,
Then astonished,
Then he will rule the world.

The old man will ask a child of seven days the place of life.
The two shall know each other,
As each shall become the other,
And become one and the same.
There is nothing hidden that will not be found.

It is what issues forth from your mouth which will defile you.
Do not ask about your end without knowing your beginning.

When two are the same as one.
When the inside is like the outside.
When what is above is as below.
When male and female are one.
When an eye is an eye,
When a hand is a hand,
When a foot is a foot,
You will know Paradise.

When you choose, as I choose,
One from a thousand,
And two from ten thousand,
And they stand as a single one,
You will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
This work was inspired by The Gospel of St. Thomas.
Rhea Sheilah Jun 2015
I don't wear short shorts
which were my favorite
I left my girl friends
and settled with you

Mama said i was mad
but i cared less
for  you,
i was a moon made human

Because of you,
i would sleep late
and wake up early
for you loved my cooking

Because of you
marriage was no more a dream to us
and having babies stopped being Imaginary
because of you,
i am proudly a woman.
For my future husband...I love you already ***
  Jun 2015 Rhea Sheilah
Delaney
You told me my words were like cold, sweet milk,
flowing so elegantly into your mouth
on a hot summer's day.
But, I guess, somewhere along the way,
you became lactose intolerant.


(d.d.b)

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