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Please enjoy a new poetry recording:
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http://www.sairapture.com/lotus-nectar--audiovisual-poetry-recording.html
when I recall how close
Your sacred lips
are to
my listening ears
and I remember that
I have only
to look up
from the swimming depths
to see Your radiant eyes plunging
headlong into my soul
the moments I spend
away from You
in any other contemplation
are fraught with failure
and discontent


Blessed Self
fan the flames
of remembrance
with Your holy
presence
the moon is so full
and white this evening
stroll with me
hand in hand
across the courtyard
as lovers steal a kiss
in the gloaming
David peered out the glass
patio door commenting on how
straight and tall the Florida pine tree
bordering our property was
except for the numerous pine needles
and cones burgeoning forth from its branches
it was truly a straight and narrow trunk

Well, I responded, pine represents purity
and immaculacy
I remember my Mom scrubbing
our house with pine-sol
schools and buildings
were also steeped in the
overwhelming scent of
pine

Native Americans believed
allowing pine needles to
brush the crown of the head
cleansed the aura of all negativity

In fact the pineal gland or third eye
of Lord Shiva
is shaped like a tiny pine cone
and harbors the ability to know
the past, present and future

Pine trees are emerald guardians
of the forest
virtuous, protective, refreshing and invigorating
rising in solitary splendor
its lofty height allows a broader view
and larger perspective of things

David and I leaned back on our sofa
the balmy wind
whistling clean and sweet through
the benevolent branches of the
noble pine
The passions of my youth
have subsided

Like rivers flowing
towards an iron karmic sea

Chastened, clarified, sublimated, channeled
into the Ocean of Nectar

I am baptized in
Your Holy Sweetness

Reborn in Your
Pure Ambrosial Love
winter has come early
solitude blankets
the frontier and hinterlands
of my soul
all the birds have flown south
taking warm breezes
with them
not to be outdone
solace of human
companionship has also fled
like long, lanky shadows
leaping across a high mountain
only the dark red eyes
of the cave
lit up by
an innermost
flame
stares
transfixed
motionless
expanding into
the empty night
the clouds are black
and heavy with your
indigo tears
sometimes I think
your kiss is just a memory
a pipe dream
lost in the thick ***** fog
cloaking this earth
where is the sunlight
and the high slopes
where lovers meet
in the pink blush
of morning
unabashed
eager to linger
forever
in each others
gaze
Radiance of Your ketheric kiss
is all i have left....
sleepless i pace through
the long snowbound polar night
listen to the wolf's forlorn howl
and a woman weeping in the
nether-lands
this abominable separation!
tracking Your crystal footprints
with my heart
Hari!
can you not hear the Soul's lament
sighing over remote, frostbitten blue
trails
that lead nowhere if You are not
present
Companion of Heaven!
when will You visit my tent again?
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