In the nature of things...2

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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 

Being deserted...

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It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

Calling ocean..2

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It's the light
that falls on the water
and moves with the waves
that tells me
to ride the breeze
and play with the colours
of the sky.
I have no desire
any more
to get to the treasures
that lie below
deep, buried.
There will be takers,
I know
and good luck to them.
For me
the rawness of the rocks
stickiness of sands
and the soft murmur
in my marrow
is more than enough.

Companion..

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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.

Happy in self..2

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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.

Mysteriously.....4

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I surprise myself
as I am pulled 
irresistibly 
by the darkness
in which shines
only my reflection
in the still waters
that run deep
through mud
and rocks
into unknown crevices.
I never could
fathom my own
depths
that housed
fears, passions
and my little secrets.
A strange love
for the dark side
now rises in
my throbbing heart.
And I keep quiet.

Rays of glory

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The sun rises
spreading its wings
of light
taking whole of earth
in its sweep
My body cannot contain
all of its joys
and wants to shower
it all over
Just as the Sun shares
its rays all over
not counting rocks
or sand or sea
and valley. 
I like my state of indecision
as I gather my graces
and wrap them
round my beauty.

Stark...1

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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.

Sheerness

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It's the sheerness
that captivates me
inside out.
The sheer rock
with its sheer fall
is so sheer in
its pull.
The sheerness of
the crevice
so mysterious
and enchanting.
The sheer breeze
on my sheer body
sends tingles
down the spine
and the front
right into
the seat
of all creation.
It's the sheer joy
of uniting with
the elements
without
anything in the way.

There is still...

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True, the world abounds in hard nuts
and macho men throw their weight around
Wonder how women fall for some pigs
and suffer torture and betrayals and yet
carry on giving love and loyalty
There is something soft and graceful
still in this world, like this sand
it doesn't claim to be either a rock or a wave
of the ocean.
And there still are women, thank God
and there is still Grace
to leave things as they are.

Rocks and caves

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Rocks and caves
guard the spirit
of solitude
when one is
true only to oneself
and the whole world
stands still.
I am carved from that
mettle
and can hear the rocks
sing from their heart
the only true
notes of
union.

There is music...

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I hear the music
that comes from
the stirring of your soul,
O rocks!
You have stood
weathering many a storm
your exterior
Gusts chipped away
You faced it all.
Tides crossed you not
and waves beat a hasty retreat.
You know not
any venom
only singing
in the breeze
and music in the heart.

Masterpiece

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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.