To be a tree....yet again

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When I feel like
uniting with
the firmness of strength
in me
I hold on to the
trunk of the tree
which is hard and soft
at the same time
- at once erotic
and metaphysical.
Juices inside
a tough exterior
that stands tall
trying to kiss
the passing clouds
and it lightly lifts
my spirits
and lets them soar.

Not knowing yet...4

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I see beyond
a whole world of
possibilities
for me and mine
and it's time
to unshackle myself
not from the chains
but from the fears
that held me chained
of what it will be
and how it will be
and meet life 
head on.
Unless I meet
life
how would life 
know me?
Yet behind me
stands the aftermath
of land slide.
So..here I am.....

To be a tree...again

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The bark draws 
me with its raw
appeal
its rough exterior
can still turn green
with juices
of life inside.
It stands strong
and yet waves to the distant
thunder
and sways to the 
mighty winds
holding firm
to its deep roots.
There is a poetry
timeless
running through
its veins
and into mine.

Passions ...9

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It's liberating 
to take a stand
not for or against
but just the stand
of owning oneself
and all of one's passions.
The shame and the guilt
all drop off 
at once
and you want to share
the joy of
breathing freely.
Calling out to the world
come ye, join me
with free hands
and spirits.
Only those with 
hands free
can extend 
a hand in friendship.

Not knowing yet...3

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My mind is still
on those few past
moments
when I wasn't myself.
I had become a cloud
floating white
in the sky blue
kissing mountain peaks
snow white
asking the sun
and the moon
if they ever had tasted
bliss.
It mattered not
if there was light
or darkness.
Then I became full
and could hold no longer
and started gushing
to the earth in a thousand
torrents.
And I flowed and flowed
and now here I am
not knowing yet...
...if it was true.

Not Knowing Yet...2

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I have a place in 
your life
as a lump
of flesh and blood;
and I don't sweat
over it.
It's your life.
I don't let that
rule over.
I like my life
the way I live it -
of flesh, blood and spirit.
If I long to touch you
it is to your 
flesh, blood and spirit.
And if you touch me
only in your flesh..
I know not yet
where it will take us
but I know where it will
for me. 

Not knowing yet..

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(This is a marvelous work of nude photography, for its use of light and shade as well as the composition, besides the model's pose)

Is it my feet 
that have stood me
by or 
my guts that held
taut
even when the turbulent
tides and the hungry wolves
conspired to pounce
on an unsuspecting maid
who was just stepping into
fullness of life?
Not knowing yet
I let the light come in
and before I bathe in it
let me just celebrate 
the darkness that brought 
me stark in front of me.

Passions...8

igmar.photosight.ru

It's time
for me to
affirm myself
in my body
I love it
I love its texture
and feel
and shape
I love when it starts 
singing
the songs of union
I love it when it
springs into action
to call out
for a mate who will
come and quench
my thirst.
I love it when it pulsates
and when it gyrates
to the eternal rhythm
of the cosmos.