In the Mist...

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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....

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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.

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.

Sheer Joy

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Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Present Moment

geneoryx.photosight.ru

Those big leaves
bear drops of water
without getting wet
All my senses
take in pain and joy
without letting them
take possession
I jut watch the 
present moment
in which the world
plays on my stage
and once the play 
is over
I call the curtains
moving on 
to the next at
hand
for it is the present moment 
that is my real present -
fresh, bright and joyful.

That moment....

s-makhno.photosight.ru

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....