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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

In the dark...1

andrey196.photosight.ru

Aren't we all in the dark
about our past
the real motives
ours and theirs
real feelings
ours and theirs
and about our present
real desires
and their hidden connections
ours and theirs?
And we are in the dark about
the future
and so we grope
in the dark
taking the only
certainty with us
of the moment
that is our
body
- the flame in the
mortal frame.

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.

Not knowing yet..

abclibs.photosight.ru

(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.

Happy in self..2

chirakovalsky.ru

Still waters
still my thoughts
and feelings settle down too
only Light dances
on the waves
and lightly plays 
with my inside
The rocks accept
my tender skin
as my mind closes itself 
to all that has been
and all that will be.
It floats in happiness
slowly rocking me
into a waking sleep.

Passions.....6

maxlancast.photosight.ru

Ask me not
what I am thinking..
ask me what
I am feeling
in my core.
It's flaming inside
I am consumed by
a strange fire
that rages
with and in life
revelling in its 
power to burn
Nothing insidious
now remains in me
everything is purified
and glowing with
that light which
comes from afar
to lift you
yonder on a different
galaxy.
My mind is flying
as my guts are
gutted.

Mysteriously....3

lonly.photosight.ru

It's the rule
in the wilderness
to let deadwood
lie,
and it's enchanting
when it merges
with the soil
and the rocks
and yet retains its
distinct identity.
Who can know
what entwines the roots
of this massive tree
underground
that teems with
insects surviving 
on air and water and earth
but need no light.
And it is the same 
inside me.
Wondrous!

Simply to....4

rzachar.photosight.ru

Such a joy
simply to bare 
the body
to the elements
and lean on them
letting the sands shift
water spray lightly
light to float aimlessly
and the air wrapping
around lazily
and simply to 
admire the whole
of you inside
and out.

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.

Simply to...2

harry.photosight.ru

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..

alexandertol.photosight.ru

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.