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.

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.

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.

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.

To fathom...2

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look I chose
to enter
and
the waters became
still
with only the ripples
from the breeze
which bristles against
my nipples
making them taut
and lingers lovingly
playing with my loins
those tingling pleasures
here now, gone again
to come back soon
giving wings to my mind
just a hint
of what goes on
in my mind
and body.
But the flesh is real
just as the water
the lake
the banks
and the nature.
What secrets
do they hide from me?

To fathom...1

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to fathom 

the fluidity of life

is to flow with it.

to flow is to

merge with it 

and keep moving

not drifting.

the water beckons 

with its flow

and i can choose 

to listen and yield

or disregard and decide

or simply float.

but i have to enter

and allow life

to enter into

my vast interior.

On my own...3

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The deep green waters
draw me close
and I dive into their
mysteries and treasures
all by myself
to meet all
my demons and angels
under water.
I see one by one
my passions
fears
hopes
and turn them round
and find
they are one and the same:
my passions turn into 
fears and my fears
hide my hopes
and in my hope
lies my passion.
I can no longer
see any demons
nor any angels
All I see is the depth
of my being
and the breadth of 
the earth's bosom.

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.

Mysteriously....3

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It's the rule
in the wilderness
to let deadwood
lie,
and it's enchanting
when it merges
with the soil
and the rocks
and yet retains its
distinct identity.
Who can know
what entwines the roots
of this massive tree
underground
that teems with
insects surviving 
on air and water and earth
but need no light.
And it is the same 
inside me.
Wondrous!

Simply to....4

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Such a joy
simply to bare 
the body
to the elements
and lean on them
letting the sands shift
water spray lightly
light to float aimlessly
and the air wrapping
around lazily
and simply to 
admire the whole
of you inside
and out.

Passions....3

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It's the time of life
when trees grow
larger than life.
Light thickens
as it descends
into the depths of water.
Every cell in the flesh
comes alive
with throbbing
to unite.
Before passions
can take the throne
the spirits lift 
the veil that cover
the pure gold of 
Love.

Mysteriously...

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Waters run deep
as shadows lengthen
and stars begin to dot the sky.
As I reach for the banks
full of thick plant growth
I realise the many things
that gave strength to 
the sinews
and made me go deep
into the unknown.
There is an urge to find out
what I am made of.
I need to feel what 
beats in my heart
and what makes 
the heart miss a beat.
Life is there everywhere
and times are when I mistake
the beat of the other's heart
for my own.
Something right in front
escapes me as I float
on the clouds of fantasy.
There are more mysteries
hidden within...

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.

Present Moment

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Those big leaves
bear drops of water
without getting wet
All my senses
take in pain and joy
without letting them
take possession
I jut watch the 
present moment
in which the world
plays on my stage
and once the play 
is over
I call the curtains
moving on 
to the next at
hand
for it is the present moment 
that is my real present -
fresh, bright and joyful.

What have I come....

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What have I come to
in this search for myself?
What have I done to
life in making that image
of myself?
What I have given in
to, as I scanned the skies?
But it is no time now
to ask and ponder
It's time to simply
take in what life
offers
here
and
now.
 

A little mischief

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It's a little mischief,
this life,
don't you think so?
Otherwise the flow of water
reflects the clear blue sky.
I stand in the shade
and yet there is this beam
of light, golden yellow,
brushes past my cheeks
and shoulders
as though
teasing me
to move out of the shadows
and plunge into
the flow in all my
naked glory.

Freshness

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I can feel it 
everywhere
in the leaves
the air
the still water
and the sky reflected
in it...
the freshness
of life
everything living
anew
and all those
dead things
merging quietly
in the eternally
living...
and so too
those memories......
To be fresh
every moment....Ah!