On my own..7

cousen.photosight.ru

Water collects
in a pond
under the shade of
trees
that thrive under
the blue sky
dotted by clouds
that bask in the sun
and float from here
to there.
I stand wondering
if I need to step
into the water:
will it be muddy
cold
warm
clean
and run deep?
I am on my own
and I have all these
for company:
the mud, the frogs
the sky, the clouds.
I am on my own
and they are of my own.

Not knowing yet...3

coult.photosight.ru

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.

Wondering

albertloz6262.photosight.rusti

In the dull, cloudy
stillness
rises a silent call
from inside of me.
Go out and embrace
the coldness
and the quiet
silently.
Not expecting
warmth
I wonder
if I should soak
instead
in the silences
that reside
in the eternal void.

So light and free...

shamsher.photosight.ru

Leaving behind
the heat and dust
muddy waters
trampled plants
and a lonely planet
I am taking off
to the stars and
skies
clouds and rainbows
fantasies and utopia
There is spring in my step
a song in my heart
a dream in the gaze
and is that not important?

What it was..

ppjukam.photosight.ru

What it was 
that held me 
spellbound?
The call from
the depth
of my fleshly
yearnings?
the vastness
opening up
from the 
divine union?
The hurtling down
the valley
only to be 
borne on
to the clouds 
of heaven?
What it was
that I am still
hoping 
against hope
to fathom?

The clouds are a-calling

ivanmironov.photosight.ru

What is this now
that I chose to abandon
the trodden path?
Flowers bloom by 
the wayside 
beckoning me 
to blossom
and the clouds
come a-calling
to invite me
to paint the sky
with colours of 
my unfading dreams.