Of the world...

lenin1968.photosight.ru

My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

In the nature of things...2

jovanni.photosight.ru

The design remains
hidden
to the world
and reveals itself
only to the 
discerning eye
As I perch myself
on the bank of 
the enduring mystery
of clear flow
topping 
the mired earth
covering the 
wearied rocks,
I too want to 
dive deeper 
below the dance of passions
that takes place
on top
the tangled mass
of dashed dreams
and lost hopes 

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.

On my own.....4

moyscha.photosight.ru

After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

wilderness revisited

asinus_vulgaris.photosight.ru



in search of building blocks
wanting to rebuild my life
but to new dreams and designs
notwithstanding all that shattered
I tread new paths
and revisit the wilderness
that drove me to abandon
the last of the lasting.
I am not thinking now.
Life is at a stand still, but
isn't that new?

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?

Paradise...

fotowalo.photodom.com

Life is a dream
and dreams
life
The sunlight -
mild, warm
the earth -
green and soft
The air -
fresh and fragrant
The beloved -
not far yet near
and Love
fills inside
and out, everywhere.
Paradise lives
in the moment.

And then you...

s_zot.photosight.ru

At the crossroads
of comfort and convention
and of freedom and turbulence
frozen I stood, frozen
coming as I did
from shelters
built over centuries.
And then you
took me by surprise
into your arms
and I melted
into your warmth
throbbing to an eternal
rhythm,
how can I 
be the same?

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.