Any more and....

ghorgh-bengalskiy.photosight.ru

Life taught me
I can't wish away
pain and suffering
much as I would like to 
I ought to face
them squarely 

at least
bear them patiently.
And I have been....
so much so that
something pleasant
becomes a surprise
tinged by fear.
no pleasant surprises for me.
Don't ask me for anything future.
Any more of that and I
simply fold inward
until I become a speck
to be flicked off.
Just let me
be
be live.

Renewing...

ams2005.photosight.ru

Never felt like
leaving the warmth
of the water
so loving
so enveloping
filling every pore
without pressure
without demand.
That's when
my faith in life
renewed itself.
I just have to embrace
life
without asking 
without cornering
simply put my arms
around it
and wait
and let things
happen the way they should
and not as you would.
And then I became
new again.

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 fullness....8

Lenin1968.photosight.ru

The seed's power
is known when
it's sown.
I am now 
feeling like
the ripened fruit
that I hold -
fully grown
full of juices
waiting to give
of itself
and let
the seed
fall to the earth
and though
plucked from
the mother tree
still I retain
her essence 
in every cell of mine,
life waiting to
spring forth 
and take shape
separately.
Isn't that
beautiful -
the fullness
of beauty?

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. 

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.

Held in thrall....2

neon_l.photosight.ru

Those hopes
slipped out
and fears trod
in silently.
Not an ounce
was left
neither was one
taken away.
Everything remained
just as it was
except that life
wasn't there.
I sat thinking
nothing
doing nothing
feeling stuck
as though
everything had
come to a standstill.
In that silence
I heard 
the heart
beat.

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.

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.

Of Intimacy...

abazali.photosight.ru

When doors closed
and darkness spread
we met
lighting up each other
and the one life.
Our spirits united
to lift us into the world
yonder
where no one
not even a thought
can enter, nay, peep.
We bared our bodies
and our souls
so that we could touch
each other in the deepest
cores
and light that fire
to rocket us into
the unknowable space.
As I sit here alone
I carry those intimate
moments all over
and all into me.

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.

Not mine....

bsl78.photosight.ru

For long have I carried
borrowed terms
borrowed frames
borrowed norms.
Living on borrowed templates
I just became 
an image a copy
and a lovely frame.
I was an apple 
without the juice.
All I got was
acceptance
and existence -
mere survival.
But I am not at 
anybody's mercy
no longer.
I can fend for myself.
I will carry on 
regardless.
I have it in me
to weave the fabric
of my life.
I know you will be
there and
I will give out
my heart.

Companion..

dml-.photosight.ru

Without my knowing
life turned the shade
grey
and everything looked 
ashen
desolate
cold and hard
like these rocks
the base of shifting sands
What can I ask
of myself
or anyone?
Is there really
any movement 
from here to there?
I wonder and seek
solace in 
the companionship 
of a rock
unmoving and solid.

Not knowing yet...4

olegsch.photosight.ru

I see beyond
a whole world of
possibilities
for me and mine
and it's time
to unshackle myself
not from the chains
but from the fears
that held me chained
of what it will be
and how it will be
and meet life 
head on.
Unless I meet
life
how would life 
know me?
Yet behind me
stands the aftermath
of land slide.
So..here I am.....

To be a tree...again

aquavita75.photosight.ru

The bark draws 
me with its raw
appeal
its rough exterior
can still turn green
with juices
of life inside.
It stands strong
and yet waves to the distant
thunder
and sways to the 
mighty winds
holding firm
to its deep roots.
There is a poetry
timeless
running through
its veins
and into mine.

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.

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.

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.

Not yet...

vladimirberoev.photosight.ru

There is nothing 
either I can do 
about it
or you can.
It's raining
and raining hard
and I haven't a thing
to ward off the rain
and keep me dry.
Drenched I am
and drenched to the
bone.
Do I like it?
I don't like standing in here
like an orphan
but I do like
the rain drops beat against
my thick skin.
Each drop is like
a piercing through centuries
of neglect 
of my self
my soul
my wishes
and of my body too.
It hits me hard
to realise the injustice
I have done to myself
of ignoring myself
putting me down
- that is the ultimate 
in humiliation.
I don't want to look back
and I don't want to go back.
It's my time now
and it's my life.

Stark...1

wolverine321.photosight.ru

Beauty is truth stark
Truth is nature stark
Life is beauty stark
unadorned
unaffected
untreated
where the hard rocks
play with soft vines
and dry bark bring
forth tender shoots
and an eternal flame
lives on in mortal frames.