Tenderly

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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.

Humming...

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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.

Calling ocean..2

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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.

To fathom...2

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look I chose
to enter
and
the waters became
still
with only the ripples
from the breeze
which bristles against
my nipples
making them taut
and lingers lovingly
playing with my loins
those tingling pleasures
here now, gone again
to come back soon
giving wings to my mind
just a hint
of what goes on
in my mind
and body.
But the flesh is real
just as the water
the lake
the banks
and the nature.
What secrets
do they hide from me?

Nature's work....2

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It's a new morning
tender, fresh and soft
like the rays of the Sun.
The breeze just woke up
the flowers opened up
the birds twitter around
I am transfixed
not wanting to move
to think
to hope
to fear
wanting to be 
just be.
Like the flower
the rays 
the breeze
and do 
Nature's work.

Simply to...2

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Feeling alive
simply standing
and smiling
at the beauty of it all.
Life is nothing to gain
nothing to possess
but everything to feel
and everything to love.
To be simple is 
to be accepting of 
nothing that takes
one away from living.
That is the beauty
of simplicity
of the earth
the light
the breeze and the
skies.

In vastness..

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This bare landscape
shorn of all greenery
and bushes
charmed me
into its vastness.
The earth does not
gather its expanse
nor does the sky
hold itself
tight, then why
I should guard
myself with the 
figment of imagination
that is called garment.
Let the breeze blow
light spread 
and spirits lift
me into the vastness
of life
for to become vast
is to live.

Venturing out ..1

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I didn't check
the weather forecast
nor the compasses
but I did check
my guts and instinct
and they said that was
the best time
to venture out
for the spirit was strong
and the flesh willing.
Dawn was yet to break
but all the work needed
to be done prior.
That's when the morning 
breeze blew lightly 
but firmly
just like my
burning fire.

Colour of joy.....1

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Light fills the air
as spring steps in
with its fragrance
I want to fill myself
with it
in every pore
leaves rustle in the breeze
the joy of simply
being alive
fills everything
around and inside
me.
Then I see the bright
yellow of the leaves
everywhere and 
realise
joy too has a colour.

Fair Trails 5

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No longer mine
I am and
nothing mine
remains any more.
I have given myself
over to the light
the breeze
the blades
the trees and
the forest.
They may do
what they will
I want to scatter
myself as a 
fragrance
floating
wafting
and drifting if you
like.
Merge when I will
you will see
a star 
shooting up
from the earth 
into the skies
infinite.

Sheerness

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It's the sheerness
that captivates me
inside out.
The sheer rock
with its sheer fall
is so sheer in
its pull.
The sheerness of
the crevice
so mysterious
and enchanting.
The sheer breeze
on my sheer body
sends tingles
down the spine
and the front
right into
the seat
of all creation.
It's the sheer joy
of uniting with
the elements
without
anything in the way.

In Coldness 3

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Not all is lost
nor can all be ever
lost so long as
I can stand up.
In coldness
have I sought 
support and searched
for a way out.
Dreams burnt down
but the sparks
flew showing the way
breeze came
and that's enough
I can make my way 
when coldness 
spawned boldness. 

How I wish....

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How I wish it was
easy to touch myself
like I touch this wall;
simple to exist
like the painted flower;
smooth to move
like a drawer in the store
How I wish it was
easy to own myself
like I own this house
simple to laugh
like the character in the idiot box
smooth to float
like the breeze in the garden.

It's unreal

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It's unreal
it's a dream or a fantasy
to be all by yourself
in all the glory
of nature within
and without
with flowers in bloom
inside and out
trees soaring to the skies
and roots going to the core
and I am too
waiting
to bloom
and soar
and dive
all at the same time...
It's so real to be feeling
the breeze on your naked limbs
it's so unreal and a dream....

Great company...

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Great company it is
to be wading in the mud
with slender branches
fanning you
and tender leaves
shielding you
from the breeze
and clouds with
silver linings
shedding just the 
light you need 
to strip you
of the last vestiges 
of a bygone era
as you prepare to cleanse
for a new beginning.
Great company when
you are all by yourself.

Gentle is the breeze...

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Gentle is the breeze
and gentle the light
delicate are the flowers
and delicate the skin
heart is aflutter
and aflutter the tresses
words rise from the heart
and lips open up
life is a gentle flow
and my gaze is still.

There are times..

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You know how it is...
there are times
when 
I can't do a thing
except think of you
and countless gifts
you gave and 
the endless wait
and the nameless 
pain that 
I carry
and then I am 
lost,
it seems, for ever
until the soft breeze
caresses.

All those wishes

image; Zan Zibovski, photoline.ru

My joy knows no bounds

I have thrown off

all shackles of my past

all guilt n shame

for living life as it came.

It is a fresh morning

a fresh breeze

a fresh me

and a fresh sun

that brings new grace

every day.