"rejuvinating" poems
Fate it seems
Controls the motion
As I glance your direction
You smile
I smile
My body seems to
Gravitate into your orbit
As it pulls me so irresistably
into the spin that brings me
closer to you
As your arms reach out
Our fingertips brush
My breath stops
Time stops
Looking up
into those eyes
that are the color of
the waves in the ocean
Feeling the radiance of warmth
provided by your smile,
your gaze,
your arms
your hands
Feeling
for the first time
since we parted
safe
Nothing can hurt me
as you hold me
I feel no pain
No remorse
as you soothe away
my fears
Only the most subtle
of motions
You know me so well--
as your hand moves
in circular motions on my back
You whisper
the words I need to hear
From you
They mean everything
Rejuvinating my senses
my awareness
my sense of life
Color returning
to my world of grey
The world returns to me
now in three dimensions
Reality, not so harsh
but with a tint of understanding
You complete my sanity
Knowing who I am
not through holding your hand
but through
how you help me percieve
to see
Taking the blindfold off
and stepping into the
blinding light
of clarity and sharp vivid
pictures
Picturing myself
with you
is what keeps me
grounded until
I see your
face again
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 12:20 PM UTC
Life - the period between birth and death.
The rising of the Sun comes with the fulness of life; the replenishing of that which was lost.
Just like the spring comes with the green, flowers spring forth, so the beauty of life comes forth, rejuvinating that which was dead.
I've come to realise that life is quite blissful.
I've found out that what we do everyday and what we classify as "normal" is "phenomenal" if you take a closer look.
I've discovered that even if you're not exactly where you would like to be, that doesn't mean that right now life isn't beautiful.
We're constantly surrounded by wonders, but we become insensitive because they come so gracefully and seamlessly.
Have you ever thought of how fascinating, the air we breath in and out? Do you think before you breath? You don't right? It just happens. Isn't it amazing?
Every breath and every moment that's creating the opportunity for you to be alive, is a miracle, that's the beauty of life.
I've also seen that, there's no ordinary and extraordinary moment. All i see is beauty everywhere.
If you understand this, you can look at ordinary objects and find beauty in it's existence.
If you understand this, you can see a pile of rotting compost and realise that within that organic waste lies the possibility of a garden of flowers.
The beauty of life is about the victories won.
The beauty of life is about problems solved.
The beauty of life is about appreciating the world around.
For me, it is about creating something out of nothing;
For me, the Beauty of life is about making the impossible possible;
It's placing value on happiness.
Open your eyes, for life is beautiful..
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I will wake you up,
From your deepest slumbers;
Fill in the gaps and voids,
The blanks and the emptiness.
The fountain and the cracks
Where the rejuvinating juice pours,
The unusual shape of your lips
When the mail man lures.
I will wake you up,
From the spurts of excitement,
Draw a steady line
Of vague resentment,
Turning the tides
Of the tables bringing the whole,
Bring shivers of joy and laughter
Redefining the needed tools.
I will wake you up
From your middle mind dementia
Turn your knobs on
When the spirits takes over
Lover, you foolish creature.
Sleeping from the reality
When your deal breaker's a misser.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC