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.

In the nature of things...2

jovanni.photosight.ru

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 

In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

It's time...

igovoronco.photosight.ru

From detention by
ideas of mine and others
in the safe haven
of the familiar
I now see something
bright and vast
open and rising.
The soft shields must
yield place
and allow a clear view
of the hustle and bustle
of life on the move.
The hit-and-run ideals
have wounded 
grievously
and it's time for me
to throw away
all pretence of 
delicate grace and
fling away
the garments of 
respectability.
My world 
I need to reclaim.

Hope...

igovoronco.photosight.ru

There it happens
that I don't feel 
like switching on
the room lights
like in the early hours
of dawn.
I like to see the morning
glow spread slowly
silently
in the world outside
touching everything
in its wake.
Even when closed to the world
I long to be a part of it
not wanting to be 
intruded upon
but invited lightly
to share openly.
I keep hoping
the world would be light
spreading slowly
silently
and then fading away
when it is time.

In Fullness.....3

borisbrul.photosight.ru

When it's time
to rejoice
my whole being comes
alive with the desire
to share everything
I have 
with me 
in me
of me
with the world
I want to open up
to the world
and let it drink
to its heart's content
and then
move on 
and keep moving on
...not holding on
but simply relish
the aftertaste.

On my own....9

Model: Stasia Shpits  Photographer: Rodrigo Palacios

I knew
things could never
be smooth
in this rough and ready world
that prides itself
on smooth talking
and smooth sailing
and smart deals.
And so ready I was
and ready I am.
To be tossed and tumbling
cursed and crawling
shamed and shirking.
It's a matter of time
and patient bearing
before everything
passes out
and I keep moving.

Companion..

dml-.photosight.ru

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.

Not knowing yet...4

olegsch.photosight.ru

I see beyond
a whole world of
possibilities
for me and mine
and it's time
to unshackle myself
not from the chains
but from the fears
that held me chained
of what it will be
and how it will be
and meet life 
head on.
Unless I meet
life
how would life 
know me?
Yet behind me
stands the aftermath
of land slide.
So..here I am.....

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.

Poised..

chira-kovalsky.photosight.ru

Suddenly I got in touch
with the delicate in me
and around -
my waist arched
strands of hair brushing lightly
my wrist bent
fingers tingling
my gaze flowing out
in the faint light
to the world outside
and everything 
poised so delicately
around midriff.
Thing are just as
they are meant to be
I am in tune
and I am
the tune.

Stillness...2

.
bsl78.photosight.ru

There is a strange
turn 
when you have to
hide your blessings
lest they turn into
a curse.
You fear the world
in its jealousy
will turn against 
you
and so you withdraw
and withhold
your true self
and then there is 
a strange stillness
inside you and
outside
the usual rough-and-tumble.

Turning away..2

denis.goncharov.photosight.ru

Time moved
and moves
My frame grew
and grows
My breasts filled
and are full
The woman
in me stirred,
the world gaped
in admiration
and the child 
in me 
turned away,
but for how long?

Turning away....

chepetr.photosight.ru

Turned away
I have
from all those
adornments of 
show
No longer am I
excited by
adulation
See through 
I can 
of showers of
affection
and complaints
I have none
for those are 
the ways of this world
brought up 
to serve up 
Self Interest
by pretend play
by touch-n-trick
by bow-n-bitch
It's just that I 
have had 
enough of it.

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.

There was something

magniac1.photosight.ru

There was something that 
I had forgotten
busy I was in making
that woman out of me
desirable
strong
firm
well-rounded
and then there was something
I had done everything
at their bidding
I was small and my
needs were small
but they needed to 
be met and 
it was something 
to be done.

All the world's a stage...

OSVphotos.photosight.ru

All the world's a stage..
may be...
But I am not playing any part
now
I am backstage if you like
in the green room
just stripped myself
to be just myself
and honestly.
I don't know
what it's like
to be yourself
but that's me
no -
that's exactly me:
to be not knowing 
and yet going ahead 
and doing it.
So I am not playing any part
you can write a play around 
that
and that would be nice.

Not of this world

I was with the world
until this moment
and now that is gone,
the moment, the world
and all its lures and lucre.
I am not of this world
anymore
I know not if there is
another one
waiting to be
discovered.
There is this moment
and there is this me
and that is enough.

Crossing

Well, I crossed it when I came to it

and now must choose

to wade ahead or plunge deep.

The sun doesn't lift

my spirits:

I left behind everything

and everyone

to be just myself

and feel the world in

the raw.  Now here I am

needing a shelter

lost in the resolve

to be myself.