Taking pause...

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Sands of time
slide down
to meet the
still waters
and rest awhile.
I pause in the flow
of life
not wanting to be
out of it.
I can see the drift
that leaves its mark
on the dried bark
of the twigs that broke
down.
Beauty can lie still
allowing breeze
to write its story
of nothingness
everywhere
on the watery surface 
of untraced treasures.

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.

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.

Not sure...

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I was about to 
take a step
toward light
when the straw
of a doubt crossed
my sight and
warned:
tread cautiously
and trade wisely
for
treasures are not valued
in the land of the thirsty - 
only water is.
So now I keep  
my diamonds
to myself
waiting for the day
when a real connoisseur
will turn up
at my doorstep.

So much happens

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Not for me
the edifices of power
and certainty 
that enshrine the mortal
fantasy of  immortality;
time passes as 
I rest awhile
on the weather-beaten
treasures that lie
in ruins and
I remind myself
so much happens
in the space between
those fleeting moments.