Sheer Joy

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Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Stillness...2

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There is a strange
turn 
when you have to
hide your blessings
lest they turn into
a curse.
You fear the world
in its jealousy
will turn against 
you
and so you withdraw
and withhold
your true self
and then there is 
a strange stillness
inside you and
outside
the usual rough-and-tumble.

Stillness....

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Not sure
what and how
I got drawn
to the still waters.
It could be 
the turbulence
within or
memories of peace
long lost.
And here I am
entering the stillness
or rather
allowing stillness
to enter and slowly
spread silently.
Trying to do
and doing -
both are not done
here as
the Will brings
Ego and
stillness is when 
both subside making 
way 
for what is
simply
and truly
joyous.

Gathering...

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To gather
is to collect for
future 
to possess for
the present
and to feel
secure.
And then you
realise that all
collections and possessions
add to your worries
and woes.
You have to take care
of them and keep them
in good order.
Well I realise
how tough it is
to take care of my body
its assets and curves.
I almost thought 
I was all that bundle
of flesh and curves
so admired by the world.
Now I gather awareness
not possessions.

Some times...3

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I long for our union
when we merge
our streams of 
consciousness
holding each other tight
touching each other
all over
softly and hard
the fullness of my breasts
and of my loins
throbbing uncontrollably
fusing, breathing, kissing
making love
in one rhythm
losing the sense of the world
and just thinking of it
I am lost some times
 - not to fantasy
but to the world -
then it's only
the ticking of time.

Some times...2

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When things fall in place
there is a fragrance
wafting in
that tells me
of the short life
this happiness has.
I know I can't hold on 
to it for long
so I take it in
real deep within
and shut out time
and space.
I am with the fragrance
full of it
and I evaporate
with it into tiny specks
each carrying the fragrance
in full.