Held in thrall....

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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.

Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

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.

In two minds...

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I am in two minds
but not perturbed
about choosing one.
My sights are set high
for the skies tell me
of the winds, storms
and rains and sunshine.
My feet on the ground
and can feel the soft 
and the hard and the dry
and the wet earth.
The trunks give me
the much needed armrest.
The day is breaking and
the heart is aflutter,
Soon the birds will start
chirping
and the light will spread
before its time will come
to fade.

Smoothly...

Aleksandr Fess, model: Stasia Shpits

Smooth is the light
and smooth is the touch
of the pearls 
that I hold in 
the necklace
that sits smoothly
on my nape
as I circle 
my breasts
smoothly
with my hand
and the curves of my
body
smoothly drape
the sensations
that drop from my mind
into my space.

Scatter...2

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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?

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.

Passions ...7

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Well I am with it
and I know you too
cannot let go of it.
Those magical touches
that light up
every single cell
in the body and the mind
when nothing else matters
except love
of being and being of love
giving, taking
uniting and beyond
just as the full moon
rises and shines
and enters your whole being
making it the dwelling 
of God of Love
divine.

Happy in self..2

chirakovalsky.ru

Still waters
still my thoughts
and feelings settle down too
only Light dances
on the waves
and lightly plays 
with my inside
The rocks accept
my tender skin
as my mind closes itself 
to all that has been
and all that will be.
It floats in happiness
slowly rocking me
into a waking sleep.

Passions.....6

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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.

UPLIFTING

semkaaa641.photosight.ru

The field open
The ground covered
Bushes vying with each other
to catch every bit of sunshine
My soul listens to the song
being played in my veins
as my mind soars over
the spirit to paint
the skies with
colours of the unseen.

That moment....

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One moment you feel it
and the next....it's gone
How fickle is the mind
and wavering the gaze
and unsure is the organ
I wanted to catch you
and hold your hand
and whisper it
but you turned to go
and time slipped past
and words stumbled
I stood speechless
thinking of what you
would
and lost was that moment
to eternity.
It was there for me to take
and I was there for you to take
and that moment....