All of me....2

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I had never imagined
being mired in
the rut of daily living
that there could come
a day
I would just
feel fulfilled
wholesome
sensuous
sexual and
sacred.
And it was when
everything beautiful 
ended
beautifully
with no yearning
no pain
only a sweet ache
and there was no other
- only the loving
longing
lolled around
lightly
all over me.

Any more and....

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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.

Sparingly...

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A life spent  taking care
of appearances
appreciation
of beauty as truth
then suddenly
a question that jolts.
truth
of things turning ugly?
I feel like taking down
all pretenses and covers.
Whatever lies beneath
hidden
is the truth
even though ugly.
In facing it I live
truly
and living truly is beauty.
I have lived
till now
sparingly.

Renewing...

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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.

Hidden...

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Everything that holds
does hide
something,
that's my belief.
Look at me
hiding my assets
behind my clothes
like these vaults
holding their
treasures in secret.
Fantasies have
wings, I can tell
as I have yearned
to dance with the breeze
and sail with the storms
and sing with the lark
and fling myself
into the flames of passion.
And I have also known
to stand still and
admire the craftsmanship
of those who made
the vaults.

Held in thrall ...5

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I did it first
and now wonder
what drove me
into it.
I am still not out
of it
- its wonder
- beauty
and the complete
losing myself to it.
I don't want to
leave it
- just soaking into it.
Spirits united
as bodies jostled
together
with the separateness
of existence
and then there 
remained only
the spirit 
of that wonderful
union.

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....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Held in thrall....2

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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.

In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

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 two minds....2

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Coming face to face
with my deepest core
I am consumed by
the fury of my passions
and I can't say
if they are fueled
by the body
or they are
the fuel.
I am not sure
if I can survive
this storm
unscathed.
I am pushed
from a force
inside to seek
closure
to this endless wait
and agony of 
not finding a mate
to unite with.
But storms too
are known to pass
and leave behind
debris of destruction.
Am I heap already?

Calling ocean....3

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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.

Hope...

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There it happens
that I don't feel 
like switching on
the room lights
like in the early hours
of dawn.
I like to see the morning
glow spread slowly
silently
in the world outside
touching everything
in its wake.
Even when closed to the world
I long to be a part of it
not wanting to be 
intruded upon
but invited lightly
to share openly.
I keep hoping
the world would be light
spreading slowly
silently
and then fading away
when it is time.

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.

Of Nature....6

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For once 
I am sure
and in no doubt
or hesitation
that in responding
to this invite
from 
the soft rays of the sun
the clear expanse of the lake
the reassuring green
of the forest
I have only respected
the need
theirs and mine
to touch each other 
deeply
and truly
and my nakedness
is simply my 
willingness to embrace
all of it.

Of Intimacy...

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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.

Of nature..5

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Oh, those times
I remember
when we madly
loved each other
and splashed
it all over
not worrying a bit
about the slush
and the mud
and the currents.
Everything around
us stood still
and within
the storms of passion
raged
and carried us 
on the crest of
a new wave
that came with the 
torrent of love
and we survived.
As I stand at the edge
of the pond that
hides our 
treasures
and secrets
and mysteries
unfathomed,
I only remember
and carry that love
beyond words.

On my own..7

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Water collects
in a pond
under the shade of
trees
that thrive under
the blue sky
dotted by clouds
that bask in the sun
and float from here
to there.
I stand wondering
if I need to step
into the water:
will it be muddy
cold
warm
clean
and run deep?
I am on my own
and I have all these
for company:
the mud, the frogs
the sky, the clouds.
I am on my own
and they are of my own.

Freshness...2

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Freshness of dew
in the freshness of morning
just when flowers bloom afresh
draws me in
the freshness of my skin
and the freshness of my whole
being
as it leaps to envelope
the whole universe around me
until only the 
freshness 
remains.