In this dream, that i frequently dream
A tribe of woman Stepping in the pool of creation
Under the radiant moonbeam
my consious mind is absent
I am the imagination
Under the moonlight
the woman's tribe act as one
At the pool of creation, witnessed by none
Revealing the secret of womanifesting
Are you alone? Womanifest
From the source,
By light and dust
My love is created
In sacrifice and blood
Words Of Harfouchism
What you think
Lay thy dream in the heat of a swans pose
Tickle thy scent to a babies toes
Press thy taste on a breath of white fire
Wilt as wonder in a willows shire
Chase thy hunger to the lions eye
Flesh thy essence to an eagles mind
Spill thy will to a buzz in hive
Bottlenose swim in an ocean dive
A Sweet milk
can sour easy
of second thinking
Heart to heart romance
Or heart wrenching heart breaks
The only person I can write about
without a second thought
THE EVER ILLUMINATING LIGHT
FOR ME TO WRITE!!
for how others treat me
I can control
I can not
The art of looking
until it finds you
Who can stay in this life longer than one can stay?
Beauty holds us no more than the mountain’s vista holds water to the riverbed.
As sure as springs and torrents must meander back to open sea, so must we return to our source.
When once I was a child quite young
I heard a silent song unsung.
Sweet echoes now it brings to me
Yet fruitless fruits they seem to be.
at your thinking
you enter its meaning