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...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 

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.

Held in thrall....

neon_l.photosight.ru

A moment quietly
saunters in
and hangs in there
when thoughts cease
and the mind
settles
on the perfect design
of things
that otherwise seem
to be happening
aimlessly.
Everything seems
placed perfectly
in the flow of life
and even the suffering
seems to carry a place
in it - to be sensitive
to the calm resolve
to carry on.
And I marvel 
at the perfect shape
of things
drinking their
beauty without
getting drunk.

Calling ocean....3

andrew13.photosight.ru

I am a fish out of water
Depths I needed
you didn't provide
How could I lead
a life of shallow
shadows?
I needed flow
when you offered
containment.
I needed touch
when I got 
the marsh.
I needed my little
container
when I was given
a vastness of no
use.
I needed closeness
when you gave
distance.
At least now
I need you
whichever way
whatever shape
come and take me
on your lap.

Taking pause...

igovoronco.photosight.ru


Sands of time
slide down
to meet the
still waters
and rest awhile.
I pause in the flow
of life
not wanting to be
out of it.
I can see the drift
that leaves its mark
on the dried bark
of the twigs that broke
down.
Beauty can lie still
allowing breeze
to write its story
of nothingness
everywhere
on the watery surface 
of untraced treasures.

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.

Scatter...2

alekseymalyshev.photosight.ru

I am not
making up my mind
which way to go
- the way of the mind
or the way of the wind.
Mind flutters and stutters
here and there
now and then.
The wind blows
hither and thither.
Both are beyond control
yet very close to the skin
and very open to move.
I don't know
what will happen if
I continue this way.
May be I will float
and flow or
fly and drift.
Why worry?

To fathom...1

mralex77.photosight.ru

to fathom 

the fluidity of life

is to flow with it.

to flow is to

merge with it 

and keep moving

not drifting.

the water beckons 

with its flow

and i can choose 

to listen and yield

or disregard and decide

or simply float.

but i have to enter

and allow life

to enter into

my vast interior.

Oh that sheerness..

vaga.photosight.ru

Oh, that feeling of sheerness
the sheer cold and the smooth
yet pebbly rocks
the sheer transience of
the flow of water and
the feeling of being
there and yet not
there
the softness of light
and the eternity of
the elemental
existence,
oh, what a sheer pleasure
without any
dabble.

It wasn't meant to be...

magniac1.photosight.ru

Somewhere in my guts
and in my loins
I knew it
and yet
I could not
resist our
coming together
and uniting
and then I flung away
that desire
of mine
to have you
all to myself
all the time
knowing that would
take me down
shunning the flow of life
It wasn't meant to be
a noose...
our love needed to
fly and float and lift
our souls.

Masterpiece

 from DuMbI4_45.photosight.ru

Their life's ambition -
to make a masterpiece.
They look for inspiration
for that perfect match
of things, place and time.
Here I am, slowly
getting ready to merge
from the rock into
the quiet flow
and only momentarily
revealing the master's
deft work, piece by piece,
on my flesh
and spirit.