He loves
with rapt attention
his nearest neighbor
an unattainable beauty
a temptress
veiled in aquamarine
and evergreen
she has forever been
his only muse

he reaches
invisible fingers
across the void
seeking warm earth
against the bone
chilling blackness
for he cannot
turn to face
the sun

she is breathless
beneath his fullness
her every landscape
willingly unfurls
his forceful touch
swings her tide
from crest to ebb
she can only spin
in ecstacy

she memorizes
each scar
on his luminous skin
for she is wise
to his lunar ways
love that borrows light
to show its face
is surely meant
to wane

Lead us down to the woods where we
will absorb into the wild
nettle stings and muddied things
we'll find a cave where we'll retire.

Lead us down to the woods where we
can escape the monotony
immortal beings and furry things
we'll forget who we used to be.

Don't go after the first hit of the word
But don't avoid friendly mention
Of the Master,
If you can -
The drops penetrate the stone
Same you, be patient
In ceaseless effort
Until good spirits will unexpectedly gather
Under your roof
On the cover of the table of yours, they do leave a stain
Of red vine
And soon fulfill you wish
It will happen – just like that!
Anything that is possible under Sun...

The World – however, limits you sketch -
Will open its gates,
And will accept you -
Who you are.

I would like to
Build up
Pyramids of sounds,
Sylvan corridors of
Golden cork pines - where
Spats of the sun
And single rays
In the spider’s web,
And further artificial gardens
Of coniferous scent of the resin.
Touch the cloud on the forest pond,
Taste of cherry on your lips………

Wait!
How many senses?
Five?

It is time for Meditation.
Take a deep Breath……

When so amazed - listen intently
Far night echoes,
That stillness wonders you,
Which everything embraces:
Collect itself in its silence,
Like you can’t possess yourself.
And get in one grasp -
In the ray which illuminates the tree,
In the stone’s accomplished shape,
In the unity…

Which everything embraces
By the Light……………….

Breathing
Mind clearing
Rushing thoughts
Soft ivory butterflies
Gracefully fluttering in my meditation.
Soundlessly whisking them away.
Into the clean divine turquoise sky.
Butterflies whisper softness,
into the bright sun's halo.
Peaceful moment.
Hushed thoughts.
Inhale, exhale.

© Jl 2015