In fullness....6

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As day breaks anew
my mind travels back
to see a life
fashioned to fill
the self
with possessions
that needed space,
to fill the space
with actions of all kind
and a mind
teeming with ideas
and a body on
the fire of passion
driven up
all the time
to nowhere.
As I stand here
devoid of action
a strange contentment
gathers up
from my feet and
fills me inside
and out.
I just watch
amazed
unmoving.

Being deserted...

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It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

Not knowing yet..

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(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.