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.

Alone on the steps...

lucastudio.photosight.ru

When history
decided to build
steps to the top
it hailed 
the heights
to which men
could rise
and rule.
To make
passage easy
they toiled hard
and left behind
only the hard
cold stone steps
with the passage 
of time.
I too am the passage
of time 
of eternity
of history
of humankind
and I stand witness
as the time
of passage draws 
near
inexorably
for every traveller.

Alone in the deep...

lucastudio.photosight.ru

Mysteries knew
I would fling at them
and so invited me
into the dark forest.
Passions led me
as I left Reason behind.
The lioness in me
devoured 
every single beast
that came in the way.
Then it started raining
mercilessly.
Drenched as I was
I had only rain
to protect me.
My pride was
nowhere to be seen.
Swim I did
with the currents
to be back in the 
open again
waiting for the Sun
to rise.

In fullness....8

Lenin1968.photosight.ru

The seed's power
is known when
it's sown.
I am now 
feeling like
the ripened fruit
that I hold -
fully grown
full of juices
waiting to give
of itself
and let
the seed
fall to the earth
and though
plucked from
the mother tree
still I retain
her essence 
in every cell of mine,
life waiting to
spring forth 
and take shape
separately.
Isn't that
beautiful -
the fullness
of beauty?

Of the world...

lenin1968.photosight.ru

My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

In the nature of things...2

jovanni.photosight.ru

The design remains
hidden
to the world
and reveals itself
only to the 
discerning eye
As I perch myself
on the bank of 
the enduring mystery
of clear flow
topping 
the mired earth
covering the 
wearied rocks,
I too want to 
dive deeper 
below the dance of passions
that takes place
on top
the tangled mass
of dashed dreams
and lost hopes 

Held in thrall ...5

S_Zot.photosight.ru

I did it first
and now wonder
what drove me
into it.
I am still not out
of it
- its wonder
- beauty
and the complete
losing myself to it.
I don't want to
leave it
- just soaking into it.
Spirits united
as bodies jostled
together
with the separateness
of existence
and then there 
remained only
the spirit 
of that wonderful
union.

In the Nature of things...

krasnov.photosight.ru

When I go
to nature
I let myself
merge with it.
With the cool shade
I gain my cool
with the rough texture
of a century old bark
I become weatherbeaten
but still holding
In the strong trunk
I find my own strength
and rectitude
to lean on.
With the soft ground below
I let myself not become
a burden to myself
and when the light
begins to fade
I make peace
with the haziness inside
and most of all
I don't rush 
with or drive on 
life.
I just let myself be 
- no posturing
and no pretences. 

Tenderly

andrew13.photosight.ru

The light goes soft
the breeze is gentle
the shoots are tender
and the flowers tiny
there is a glow on the skin
and a smile on the lips
clouds float lazily
and I hear whispers
in the bushes
that ask me
to tend and attend
but not pretend.
Tenderly yours
says Nature.

Firm but not Final...

malessa.photosight.ru

It got dark
and then darker
with no glimmer of light.
I wasn't rattled.
I stood unmoved
taking in the darkness
which slowly turned 
a shade gray.
Some outlines I could
make out
and some spaces.
My guts knew 
I would get out.
I had learnt to trust 
none else.
Every cell in the body
was alive and taut
and the spirit moved 
freely through and in
the veins.
Words turned 
into tunes
and then became
notes
of a clarion

and the call
still reverberates 
in the yonder.

In the Mist...

constskomoroh.photosight.ru

When I woke up
I wasn't sure if
I was awake 
or dreaming.
Dawn hadn't broken
but night too chose
to withdraw.
Was it peace
or silence,
I couldn't make out.
Love that I received
also seemed 
like the other's 
need for pleasure.
The present moment
is so precious
that it just slips out
of your grasp.
A faint light
glimmers in the
mist
almost
painting my whole
life in that moment.

Held in thrall....4

garand343.photosight.ru

Moods change with

seasons, they say.

I have borne

the hot and the cold

the grim and the bright

of life

with grace of silence

and yet stayed

unscathed

unblemished

for every time

fate flashed its

wicked smile

at me,

I nodded

held myself upright

but never stared back.

Life wasn't only 

out there

but it made

home in my heart

and my loins.

And peace came

searching 

for me.

Held in thrall....3

neon_l.photosight.ru

And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Held in thrall....2

neon_l.photosight.ru

Those hopes
slipped out
and fears trod
in silently.
Not an ounce
was left
neither was one
taken away.
Everything remained
just as it was
except that life
wasn't there.
I sat thinking
nothing
doing nothing
feeling stuck
as though
everything had
come to a standstill.
In that silence
I heard 
the heart
beat.

Held in thrall....

neon_l.photosight.ru

A moment quietly
saunters in
and hangs in there
when thoughts cease
and the mind
settles
on the perfect design
of things
that otherwise seem
to be happening
aimlessly.
Everything seems
placed perfectly
in the flow of life
and even the suffering
seems to carry a place
in it - to be sensitive
to the calm resolve
to carry on.
And I marvel 
at the perfect shape
of things
drinking their
beauty without
getting drunk.

In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

Humming...

Lugav.photosight.ru

The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

In two minds....2

akkila.photosight.ru

Coming face to face
with my deepest core
I am consumed by
the fury of my passions
and I can't say
if they are fueled
by the body
or they are
the fuel.
I am not sure
if I can survive
this storm
unscathed.
I am pushed
from a force
inside to seek
closure
to this endless wait
and agony of 
not finding a mate
to unite with.
But storms too
are known to pass
and leave behind
debris of destruction.
Am I heap already?

Calling ocean....3

andrew13.photosight.ru

I am a fish out of water
Depths I needed
you didn't provide
How could I lead
a life of shallow
shadows?
I needed flow
when you offered
containment.
I needed touch
when I got 
the marsh.
I needed my little
container
when I was given
a vastness of no
use.
I needed closeness
when you gave
distance.
At least now
I need you
whichever way
whatever shape
come and take me
on your lap.

It's time...

igovoronco.photosight.ru

From detention by
ideas of mine and others
in the safe haven
of the familiar
I now see something
bright and vast
open and rising.
The soft shields must
yield place
and allow a clear view
of the hustle and bustle
of life on the move.
The hit-and-run ideals
have wounded 
grievously
and it's time for me
to throw away
all pretence of 
delicate grace and
fling away
the garments of 
respectability.
My world 
I need to reclaim.

Hope...

igovoronco.photosight.ru

There it happens
that I don't feel 
like switching on
the room lights
like in the early hours
of dawn.
I like to see the morning
glow spread slowly
silently
in the world outside
touching everything
in its wake.
Even when closed to the world
I long to be a part of it
not wanting to be 
intruded upon
but invited lightly
to share openly.
I keep hoping
the world would be light
spreading slowly
silently
and then fading away
when it is time.

Taking pause...

igovoronco.photosight.ru


Sands of time
slide down
to meet the
still waters
and rest awhile.
I pause in the flow
of life
not wanting to be
out of it.
I can see the drift
that leaves its mark
on the dried bark
of the twigs that broke
down.
Beauty can lie still
allowing breeze
to write its story
of nothingness
everywhere
on the watery surface 
of untraced treasures.

In fullness....6

igovoronco.photosight.ru

As day breaks anew
my mind travels back
to see a life
fashioned to fill
the self
with possessions
that needed space,
to fill the space
with actions of all kind
and a mind
teeming with ideas
and a body on
the fire of passion
driven up
all the time
to nowhere.
As I stand here
devoid of action
a strange contentment
gathers up
from my feet and
fills me inside
and out.
I just watch
amazed
unmoving.

In two minds...

aquavita75.photosight.ru

I am in two minds
but not perturbed
about choosing one.
My sights are set high
for the skies tell me
of the winds, storms
and rains and sunshine.
My feet on the ground
and can feel the soft 
and the hard and the dry
and the wet earth.
The trunks give me
the much needed armrest.
The day is breaking and
the heart is aflutter,
Soon the birds will start
chirping
and the light will spread
before its time will come
to fade.

Of Nature....6

SanchezzT.photosight.ru

For once 
I am sure
and in no doubt
or hesitation
that in responding
to this invite
from 
the soft rays of the sun
the clear expanse of the lake
the reassuring green
of the forest
I have only respected
the need
theirs and mine
to touch each other 
deeply
and truly
and my nakedness
is simply my 
willingness to embrace
all of it.

In fullness...5

diadiaseroga.photosight.ru

It happens
without knowing
without effort
that I merge with
the surroundings
and just cannot feel
separate from them
There is stillness
and yet awareness
of everything that is
and nothing remains
to see, feel or think
A different kind of fullness
when every cell is full
of being
and all descriptions 
of fullness 
sound empty.
Flesh is 
throbbing and distant.

Of Intimacy...

abazali.photosight.ru

When doors closed
and darkness spread
we met
lighting up each other
and the one life.
Our spirits united
to lift us into the world
yonder
where no one
not even a thought
can enter, nay, peep.
We bared our bodies
and our souls
so that we could touch
each other in the deepest
cores
and light that fire
to rocket us into
the unknowable space.
As I sit here alone
I carry those intimate
moments all over
and all into me.

Of nature..5

zansibar.photosight.ru

Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us 
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the 
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our 
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.

Of Nature...4

shkurenko.photosight.ru

These stalks 
that surround
grow tall yet slender
and bear tender
shoots of corn
and cast
in the soft sunlight
their shadows across
my body.
I am touched 
not bodily
but in soulspace
by something 
so frail yet full
so soft yet strong
and there spreads
inside me
a sweet fragrance 
of the beauty of life
and outside
the sun lingers
lazily on the horizon.

In Fullness....4

borisbrul.photosight.ru

And when it's time
to work
I trust myself
in the sinews of
my muscles
and my strong legs
that hold up
the lovely edifice
of my body
and let work shape
my being
in all its turns
and twists
unmindful of the 
surroundings
whether bleak or black
or blooming and booming.
Spirit is the breath of life
and to live on and to move on
is its purpose.

In Fullness.....3

borisbrul.photosight.ru

When it's time
to rejoice
my whole being comes
alive with the desire
to share everything
I have 
with me 
in me
of me
with the world
I want to open up
to the world
and let it drink
to its heart's content
and then
move on 
and keep moving on
...not holding on
but simply relish
the aftertaste.

In Fullness....2

borisbrul.photosight.ru

It's only now
I realised
I had been trying
to fill fullness
with emptiness.
Already full of the milk
of love
I yearned to shape
those lovely breasts of mine.
Full of fertile promises
and swaying gently
I wanted to work
on the elephantine 
fundament of 
my femininity.
And I wanted to drink
wine when life itself
was intoxicating.
and full of charm
promise
love and 
passion
waiting to overflow.

Waking from reverie

dimasscorpio.photosight.ru

I dreamt often
of a far away land
of blue, green and gold
of love,music and spirits
of flowers, birds and children
of waves, sun and sand
and woke up to city traffic
and ambulance sirens.
The everyday rush I couldn't
escape and longed more
for the dreamland.
I want all this to end -
the dreaming and waking up.
So I now choose to 
go within, withdraw
and take in the quiet within.
Just let the quiet spread
to every cell in the body
and float.
Then it doesn't matter
when and where
I wake up.

Of Nature...3

harry.photosight.ru

Even the tiniest flower
and the mightiest trunk
live by the same light
and wear the same wind
but breathe same life
into their self
celebrating differently.
As one sways the other stands
and as one firms up 
the other fades.
And just as the grass
brushes lightly
against my bare thighs
I touch lightly
the bare bark 
of the tall ones.
To touch is to live.

Of Nature....2

harry.photosight.ru

Everything that is rich
turns me into
a possessive admirer
and what comes of Nature
I call my own and mine.
It is nature's way
to simply be 
and be giving
of itself
and let things be.
Here I am standing
amid plenty
trying to pull
things to me
and it now
appears so
utterly foolish.
To pull is to fool.

Of Nature..

harry.photosight.ru

Hurries gone past
I stand contented
not needing to move
needlessly
taking in 
Nature's pace
unhurried
as shadows lengthen
I look around
to find
things setting their
own order
and I too belong 
there
in the scheme of nature
becoming quiet
and quieter.

Being deserted...

wolverine321.photosight.ru

It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

smoothly...2

aquavita75.photosight.ru

The beauty of the dry thick bark
blends so smoothly
with the tender green
that sprouts with the rains
and freshness descends
lightly
from the skies
into my veins
and almost overflows
through the loins.
I am enthralled
by the stillness
and smoothness of it 
all
and want to hold
it in my being
for eternity
just like the skies.

On my own....9

Model: Stasia Shpits  Photographer: Rodrigo Palacios

I knew
things could never
be smooth
in this rough and ready world
that prides itself
on smooth talking
and smooth sailing
and smart deals.
And so ready I was
and ready I am.
To be tossed and tumbling
cursed and crawling
shamed and shirking.
It's a matter of time
and patient bearing
before everything
passes out
and I keep moving.

Across..1

Model: Stasia Shpits, Photographer:Gonzalo Villar

To get into the thick
of things
known and unknown
I don't want to 
carry
any baggage
of things 
that have grown
their weight
simply by adding
regret and grief
to the bygone.
I want to strip 
off all pretensions
and perfumery
and just stand
naked 
as I learn to 
accept myself
and its risks. 

Smoothly...

Aleksandr Fess, model: Stasia Shpits

Smooth is the light
and smooth is the touch
of the pearls 
that I hold in 
the necklace
that sits smoothly
on my nape
as I circle 
my breasts
smoothly
with my hand
and the curves of my
body
smoothly drape
the sensations
that drop from my mind
into my space.

On my own...8

borisbrul.photosight.ru

I found an ease
and a flow
in the dark
all by myself
when the light 
spread and
the notes
rang from the strings
of my heart
and it was the song
that shone
when life told
grief that there was hope
and it was not alone
in shedding tears;
there were the stars
which also fell on earth
from time to time.
And yet their tribe
continues to twinkle.

Calling ocean..2

vectors.photosight.ru

It's the light
that falls on the water
and moves with the waves
that tells me
to ride the breeze
and play with the colours
of the sky.
I have no desire
any more
to get to the treasures
that lie below
deep, buried.
There will be takers,
I know
and good luck to them.
For me
the rawness of the rocks
stickiness of sands
and the soft murmur
in my marrow
is more than enough.

Calling ocean

andrey196.photosight.ru

I am the child of this ocean
and all the others
that reside in
the being of men
who venture out
and in the womb
of women
who conceive of love
pure and unbounded.
My life mirrors
the storms and the calm
that returns inevitably
to the silence of depths
and the depth of silence
in the realisation of 
the eternity of life.
Yet I long 
to play on the waves
for that momentary
bliss of merging
self completely
in that moment.