All of me...

harry.photosight.ru

Some used to whisper
some used to call out
to the beauty of the body
feared being sinful.
And knew
in the heart of hearts
flesh leapt out
of  spirit.
And I stood bewildered
until the spirit called out
to my flesh and said
nothing
just stood close
very close and melted.
From that moment
truth is
beauty is

 all of me
and all of this life.

Held in thrall ...5

S_Zot.photosight.ru

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.

Firm but not Final...

malessa.photosight.ru

It got dark
and then darker
with no glimmer of light.
I wasn't rattled.
I stood unmoved
taking in the darkness
which slowly turned 
a shade gray.
Some outlines I could
make out
and some spaces.
My guts knew 
I would get out.
I had learnt to trust 
none else.
Every cell in the body
was alive and taut
and the spirit moved 
freely through and in
the veins.
Words turned 
into tunes
and then became
notes
of a clarion

and the call
still reverberates 
in the yonder.

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.

Passions ...9

igmar.photosight.ru

It's liberating 
to take a stand
not for or against
but just the stand
of owning oneself
and all of one's passions.
The shame and the guilt
all drop off 
at once
and you want to share
the joy of
breathing freely.
Calling out to the world
come ye, join me
with free hands
and spirits.
Only those with 
hands free
can extend 
a hand in friendship.

Not Knowing Yet...2

rzachar.photosight.ru

I have a place in 
your life
as a lump
of flesh and blood;
and I don't sweat
over it.
It's your life.
I don't let that
rule over.
I like my life
the way I live it -
of flesh, blood and spirit.
If I long to touch you
it is to your 
flesh, blood and spirit.
And if you touch me
only in your flesh..
I know not yet
where it will take us
but I know where it will
for me. 

In vastness..

alexandertol.photosight.ru

This bare landscape
shorn of all greenery
and bushes
charmed me
into its vastness.
The earth does not
gather its expanse
nor does the sky
hold itself
tight, then why
I should guard
myself with the 
figment of imagination
that is called garment.
Let the breeze blow
light spread 
and spirits lift
me into the vastness
of life
for to become vast
is to live.

In readiness...

alexandertol.photosight.ru

When all is taken away
and the colours faded
walls crumbled and holes
gaped through the roof
I am left with nothing but
my bare-bodied soul.
The cut and the dried
surround me, yet
the grass below feet
speaks of the tender
spirit that can still creep
up and bring to life
my resolve
to rebuild
and the tiny buds
nod in agreement
giving me the strength
to step up.

Venturing out ..1

belovedchenko.photosight.ru

I didn't check
the weather forecast
nor the compasses
but I did check
my guts and instinct
and they said that was
the best time
to venture out
for the spirit was strong
and the flesh willing.
Dawn was yet to break
but all the work needed
to be done prior.
That's when the morning 
breeze blew lightly 
but firmly
just like my
burning fire.

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.

Fair Trails 1

semkaaa641.photosight.ru

Dried bark and
juice within,
freshness of flesh
and dry spirits,
but hope never
dries up.
Freshness floats
and dances
at times
as forests
bring forth
life in myriad 
forms.
Look there
the bird flew 
into the bush
to feast on
insects unseen.

I'll remember...

roman911.photosight.ru

I'll remember
how lightly you held
me
how sprightly was
my spirit
how tender were
the waves
of love
that caressed
our hearts 
and how quickly
time sped past
our destinies.
I'll remember
how tightly you held
me
before night passed
into a new dawn.

Masterpiece

 from DuMbI4_45.photosight.ru

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.