Don’t see just with those eyes
Heart sees more than,
Eyes do

Don’t hear just with those ears
Heart hears more than,
Ears do

If Wondered,
Where is the six sense

feel everything  with
Your Heart

My dear.
Theme: Exploring sense. Theme based on one of Peter Lim poetry.
I looked for love
shared with strangers.
Didn’t find it.
In lips and fingertips,
still didn’t find it.

I stopped my search.
My heart broke.

Love found me.
Once, we have to be lost
To find ourselves

Then, we will never get
lost again

Once, I tried to listen
Then only, I heard.
Genre: Spiritual Abstract
Theme: Self discovery
There was a place.
There was a time …
There, I stood … still unknowing
and everything seemed fine.

But there in that place …
at that moment in time …
the moment I saw the eyes,
I'd never believed I'd find.

Well, what could I say?
What could I do?
In a world filled with billions …
and there … was a you.

I'd always known you were out there …
even written of something amiss.
I never, ever stopped looking for you …
because my heart always said that you exist.

My breezy Fall became harshest Winter.
My crazy life left my health running out.
I'd resigned myself that our moment had passed …
but this moment … it removed all doubt.

Well, what could I say?
Tell me, what could I do?
There we stood, staring … alone … in a city of millions …
yes, there … there was a you.

Oh, that mistress fate, she is just so cruel.
Frustration, a curse to be mine.
   I'd searched for you my entire life …
but now … my clock … knows a limit of time.

You see, I would never venture a love with you,
while knowing I'd have to leave you … hurt and alone.
I could only admire from afar … stoic and aloof …
while turning my heart into stone.

Nothing I could ever say and nothing I could ever do …
But now, at long last … at least I finally knew.

There, you stood … green seas, gazing up … into skies of blue.
My long-awaited revelation … become sorrow-laced realization.
There really is … a you.
Imagine that, for most of your adult life, you have had this sense ... this feeling that there is someone out there that you are supposed to find. Someone you are supposed to connect with. You even write about it and have no clue what made you write these things.

You don't know why ... you don't know who ... and you surely don't know when. All you do know is that it has never left your psyche and that it has always carried this strange sense of urgency.

Now ... after 3 decades, you begin to think that you were just being silly and give up on the whole idea and laugh at yourself.
Then ... just as you have accepted that ...


It hits you like a ton of bricks ... you realize that the person standing before you, looking right into your eyes is THAT person!

And you realize that you are not only too far apart in age, but you also have to deal with the fact that you are terminally sick as well. Now you ponder if it was EVER supposed to be a romantic thing or that things are just fucked up askew in this timeline ... or perhaps ... it was to fulfill or realize something else in the timeline ...

Now ... ask yourself ... What would you do?

This writing became the basis for my experimental short story entitled:

"Somewhere ... Out There".

I launched it here at HP and could NOT believe the response ...
Everyone LOVED it and it got (at this writing) over 2500 views!
So humbled, SO honored by everyone's love.
Find it here:
sofia l Mar 13
What are you searching for?
As your hands wander
Across every curvature
Every peak
Every valley
That comprises of me

Why do they linger
Ever so slightly?

Is it for the unspoken reason
That we know our love won't last
So you try to remember
Try to map out
Every aspect of my body
Of my being
To add to your extensive collection of maps
That you ever so carelessly
Threw away
we do not choose what we believe
we must believe in who we are
our lives begin and end with truth
how bright the light
how true the star
the further from the heart we drift
the less we know the soul
to the wind our thoughts will sift
our dreams just fragments
never whole
we do not choose what we believe
we must believe in who we are
take a pause and take a look
before you walk too far
I will travel through galaxies to find you.
All my eyes see now are the stars, even in the light.
I'm still looking for You, my nights are empty without you.
I'm counting the nights until I find you.
I dare not dream because what are they to me without you.
Although stars are basically dead when our eyes rest upon them, it's unlike my love for you.
Which burns like fire, and will always stay alight.
You are all the planet's aligned, my perfect night.
I will travel galaxies to find you, and when I do I will tell you of all the galaxies I searched looking for you.
Jeff Gaines Mar 5
I'm looking for something …

and I don't ever know if I'll know what it is.

Maybe I'm just supposed to see all the things you can search for,
and yet,
never really have anything.

Just see everything.

I can accept that …

I've had an outrageous life so far.
Like "For Ethereal ...", this is an actual excerpt from an online chat that I was having with an old High School classmate.  After I looked up and read what I had just written to her in the little window, I was struck by it so hard, that I cut and pasted it right into MSWord and made it into one of my “pieces”. We had been chatting about where we had been and how our lives were going at that moment.
Poetic T Feb 28
Hearts are a metal detector to
the buried meaning of what
                      hasn't been found.
But what is needed in another's life.

Shards of loneliness embedded
            with gems of emotions.
Not precious to most but to one,
        searching a lifetime in barren hearts.

It may take a life time of searching,
           but when that motion is detected
no matter who it is, they are the treasure
            buried beneath that will find love.
Walking circles around the pit
up to our ankles, over our heads now and then.
In a safe place not always enthralling
nothing should last so long.
To stand outside other times
laid bare and cold.
The feel that this has always been
yet by temporary spaces.
Which can keep going?
Go around to find out
and come back around again.
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