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 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.

On my own ...2

alexandertol.photosight.ru

As I move on my own
on the uncharted terrain
I meet abundance
of nature
of plants growing tall
over vastness of earth
and under limitless skies
both stretching to meet 
in distant horizons
my heart aflutter
every cell alive to the whispering woods
and loins throbbing with desire
holding so much of creation
within and without.

Not knowing myself ....2

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Passions ...7

seny1976.photosight.ru

Well I am with it
and I know you too
cannot let go of it.
Those magical touches
that light up
every single cell
in the body and the mind
when nothing else matters
except love
of being and being of love
giving, taking
uniting and beyond
just as the full moon
rises and shines
and enters your whole being
making it the dwelling 
of God of Love
divine.

Passions....3

ivanmironov.photosight.ru

It's the time of life
when trees grow
larger than life.
Light thickens
as it descends
into the depths of water.
Every cell in the flesh
comes alive
with throbbing
to unite.
Before passions
can take the throne
the spirits lift 
the veil that cover
the pure gold of 
Love.

The building

eram.photosight.ru

I love the way
they build the old-fashioned way
brick by brick
frame by frame
everything put
by loving hands
the rough made
smooth by touch,
the sensuality
of the burnt brick
and the polished wood
and one day it all will
be transformed
into a lovely
space that will 
give warmth
to the loved ones,
unknown to them the
way it was built.
Cell by cell I live
that love showered
once upon a time.

There was a time....

sensey07.photosight.ru

There was a time when
beauty was a burden
to me:
to be carried and cared for,
to be receiving gazes, appreciative
admiring and aggressive too.
Then my body one day
whispered to me:
You are the gift and the gifted,
truth breathed life into your cells
so celebrate and fulfill your destiny.
That was the time.....

Chiseled

Living in the body
chiseled
I have come to
cherish every pore
every muscle
everything held
so taut
that I have left
nothing for my head to do.
Thoughts disappear
as cells celebrate
the throbbing of life
every moment.

Only adulation

My mind overflows with emotion
I cannot contain myself
Every cell in my body wants
to celebrate its life
I am going berserk
Life screams out from
every pore of my body
Oh Love!