All of me....2

igmar.photosight.ru

I had never imagined
being mired in
the rut of daily living
that there could come
a day
when I would just
feel fulfilled
wholesome
sensuous
sexual and
sacred.
And it was when
everything beautiful 
ended
beautifully
with no yearning
no pain
only a sweet ache
and there was no other
- only the loving
longing
lolled around
lightly
all over me.

Any more and....

ghorgh-bengalskiy.photosight.ru

Life taught me
I can't wish away
pain and suffering
much as I would like to 
and so I ought to face
them squarely or at least
bear them patiently.
And I have been doing that
so much so that
something pleasant
would become a surprise
tinged by fear.
So no pleasant surprises for me.
Don't ask me for anything future.
Any more of that and I
would simply fold inward
until I become a speck
to be flicked off.
Just let me
be
be live.

Sparingly...

IEgor.photosight.ru

A life spent in taking care
of appearances
and appreciation
of beauty as truth
and then suddenly
a question that jolts.
What happens to truth
when things turn ugly?
I feel like taking down
all pretenses and covers.
Whatever lies beneath
hidden to the public eye
is the truth
even though ugly.
In facing it I live
truly
and living truly is beauty.
I have lived
till now
sparingly.

All of me...

harry.photosight.ru

Some used to whisper
and some used to call out
to the beauty of the body
and feared being sinful.
And they knew
in the heart of their hearts
their flesh leapt out
of their spirit.
And I stood bewildered
until the spirit called out
to my flesh and said
nothing
just stood close
very close and melted.
From that moment
truth is that
beauty is all of me
and all of this life.

Renewing...

ams2005.photosight.ru

Never felt like
leaving the warmth
of the water
so loving
so enveloping
filling every pore
without pressure
without demand.
That's when
my faith in life
renewed itself.
I just have to embrace
life
without asking 
without cornering
simply put my arms
around it
and wait
and let things
happen the way they should
and not as you would.
And then I became
new again.

In the flow of things...

gaisma.photosight.ru

I find myself
at times
in the flow of things
when I let go
my will behind
every twitch 
and every thought
and just stand still
with all smoothness
slowly spreading
through my veins
feeling light
and floating
and allowing 
nature, life and cosmos
to carry me wherever
and however it 
happens to.
There's no wishing
no washing
nothing missing
nothing massing
only floating
and flowing.

Hidden...

borisbrul.photosight.ru

Everything that holds
does hide
something,
that's my belief.
Look at me
hiding my assets
behind my clothes
like these vaults
holding their
treasures in secret.
Fantasies have
wings, I can tell
as I have yearned
to dance with the breeze
and sail with the storms
and sing with the lark
and fling myself
into the flames of passion.
And I have also known
to stand still and
admire the craftsmanship
of those who made
the vaults.