Alone in the deep...

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Mysteries knew
I would fling at them
and so invited me
into the dark forest.
Passions led me
as I left Reason behind.
The lioness in me
devoured 
every single beast
that came in the way.
Then it started raining
mercilessly.
Drenched as I was
I had only rain
to protect me.
My pride was
nowhere to be seen.
Swim I did
with the currents
to be back in the 
open again
waiting for the Sun
to rise.

Of Nature....6

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For once 
I am sure
and in no doubt
or hesitation
that in responding
to this invite
from 
the soft rays of the sun
the clear expanse of the lake
the reassuring green
of the forest
I have only respected
the need
theirs and mine
to touch each other 
deeply
and truly
and my nakedness
is simply my 
willingness to embrace
all of it.

Of Nature...4

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These stalks 
that surround
grow tall yet slender
and bear tender
shoots of corn
and cast
in the soft sunlight
their shadows across
my body.
I am touched 
not bodily
but in soulspace
by something 
so frail yet full
so soft yet strong
and there spreads
inside me
a sweet fragrance 
of the beauty of life
and outside
the sun lingers
lazily on the horizon.

Waking from reverie

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I dreamt often
of a far away land
of blue, green and gold
of love,music and spirits
of flowers, birds and children
of waves, sun and sand
and woke up to city traffic
and ambulance sirens.
The everyday rush I couldn't
escape and longed more
for the dreamland.
I want all this to end -
the dreaming and waking up.
So I now choose to 
go within, withdraw
and take in the quiet within.
Just let the quiet spread
to every cell in the body
and float.
Then it doesn't matter
when and where
I wake up.

On my own..7

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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

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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.

Rays of glory

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The sun rises
spreading its wings
of light
taking whole of earth
in its sweep
My body cannot contain
all of its joys
and wants to shower
it all over
Just as the Sun shares
its rays all over
not counting rocks
or sand or sea
and valley. 
I like my state of indecision
as I gather my graces
and wrap them
round my beauty.

Stark...3

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Everything stark
attracts to its
bare elements
and the roots
that can only be raw.
Everything else
sheds its skin
and changes colour
by the season, 
but not so the roots.
The raw, the bare
and the stark
are the Sun
and the Moon
and the Stars
and also
the beauty, truth
and the life.

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.