i so thank the hands that crafted
the masterpiece that is you
and the red strings of fate
that has brought us together

"How did you know where to find me?" She whispered, her voice
cracking under her tears.

"I followed the maps you left in my heart, and I let my feet carry me to you, because I belong to you the way the stars belong in the sky." He said, holding her.

She nodded and more tears rolled off her chin.

"My darling, our stars, the very stars inside of us, go together like the sun and the moon. And I want nothing more than to be by your side, always."

In this moment, she knew she could never again wander away from his embrace.

Love was a feral creature,
Something to be avoided,
Something to be feared...

For I believed it only brought;
Pain, Destruction and Loss...

Long had I stayed away,
Caging myself in,
void of emotions...

But then,
YOU,
came into my life...
you tamed the beast
and showed me,
it wasn't all that bad...

You came in,
and...
made me believe in,
"LOVE"

You enveloped me in your caring arms,
I embraced your heart without a thought...

And now,
when I think of love,
I think of....
YOU!
♥

We turn around, .......around the sun
and what revolves.....around whatever
sure will become........nice round itself
My head is full, ..........my head is thin
the bed is large..........and we are small
though we are real, ....we quickly pass

We turn around, .........around the sun
the stars revolve.........around each other
a universe...................around the void
that just exists.............a little while
and then once more...is everything
although it's old, ........it still stays young

as we are too, .............throughout our lives
I'm satisfied.................because we're one
I do love you...............we turn around
high in the crown........of planet earth
together on..................the King-size bed
where love creates......and I exist

I am alive: moments
of which I know nothing
and cannot know anything

It's only a split second
after that I realize –
my mind divides it

into myself
into others and objects –
what altogether is not there

when I live, then I am
one with everything
without any

attention and senses
appearing to be involved
It just is and cannot be

any other way, sometimes
with an after-effect –
a Knowing Feeling

Yóu have a head, with everything:
cheeks, chin, and ears, nose and
eyes that determine your position

That head of yours is full:
there is a tongue in it, with teeth
and a lot of brains, but

I don't have that myself

I am not that myself

When I think of the inside
of my skull, there is nothing:
a void

And when I concentrate on it
I just have no thoughts
as if I am completely at ease

not something, just space
an observing spirit
to whom the world appears

it is not words
not even laughter
not a smile
nor a gesture
an expression
or opinion

there could be
silence;
nothing
but silence
and
our stillness

it would still be true.

we are stuck
between Scylla
                           and
        Charybdis
we know the path we must take
but
I fear
we will ignore
the warnings

we are still off course