Promises

Promises are inviting
especially coming from the rising Sun;
yet you must watch what you
are getting into.
The freshness of light and
the dancing flow of water
promise to wash away
that past;
you wish to gather the blossoms
and what you get.....
may be the thorns under the grass.

The Wait

Layered life
with its rough texture
bewilders me...
I am all by myself
allowing the soft breeze
to play in the pale light
brushing past mountains
and I simply take in
the moment from
the eternal wait.

Utterly

I feel it in every pore of mine
the utterly feminine urge
to receive
to give birth
to nurture
to carry on
My resolve is both
soft and firm
and I am so happy
and fulsome
in owning all -
my breasts
my loins
my hips
and my thighs.
So happy just
to be utterly
feminine.

Perfection

A pause perfect
with expression
forming on my lips
across the sculpture
that God made
of me and gifted
but life looks ahead
beyond perfection.

To be a tree

Image: Vladimir Arkhipov from photodom.com

To be soft in form
and hard in matter;
to be growing to the skies
and rooted in earth;
to be flowering in bloom
and fading without gloom;
Oh, how I love
to be a tree
in eternal embrace with
the wind, the sun and the skies.

When light(ning) strikes

She was powerless: what could she do

When love struck her all of a sudden

In the dark steps descending into

Nothingness?

The light dazzled all of her,

The eyes, the breasts and the loins.

She dropped on to the steps to take

All of that into her being,

Not thinking of age, skin, colour and place!

She became light and lighter…

And she became the Light herself

And took wings into the skies beyond!

Unveil

Image: Oleg Kosirev
verse: Syn Onym

It has taken me
a life time
to unveil myself
to
myself
in my fullness
to acknowledge
life
that runs through
my flesh and
to celebrate
the spirit
that throbs
in my veins:
ripe n fresh
like the fruit about to drop off.