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?

Of the world...

lenin1968.photosight.ru

My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

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.

Calling ocean....3

andrew13.photosight.ru

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.

In dryness..

ler0062.photosight.ru

In dryness

i discovered

a beauty

unknown

unseen

of shapes unimagined

textures untouched

and a roughness 

unhewn

and 

a toughness

weatherbeaten

but

standing tall

unconquered by

the elements.

And I found

there a resting place

that brought smile to

a weary traveller.

Passions...8

igmar.photosight.ru

It's time
for me to
affirm myself
in my body
I love it
I love its texture
and feel
and shape
I love when it starts 
singing
the songs of union
I love it when it
springs into action
to call out
for a mate who will
come and quench
my thirst.
I love it when it pulsates
and when it gyrates
to the eternal rhythm
of the cosmos.

Stark...2

wolverine321.photosight.ru

Lines are curves straightened
Curves are Nature's twists 
as it bows before
fate.
When beauty chose to 
smile at the helplessness
of the mighty cosmos
curves emerged in Nature.
Flesh filled in the sketch
to give substance
to the continuity
for which in
fondness Nature yearns .
A soul then floated into
a body
to assure softness
of life on rocks hard
and tender voice
amid harsh sounds.
The beauty of
this work of art
bewitched time
and centuries.
And the body shines
in starkness.