On my own...5

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I unveiled
myself
and the mirror
looked askance
as if it was unreal.
I said, alas,
it is not for you
to discover me
but for me to discover
my self.
And now it is time for me
to uncover
life.

In dryness..

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In dryness

i discovered

a beauty

unknown

unseen

of shapes unimagined

textures untouched

and a roughness 

unhewn

and 

a toughness

weatherbeaten

but

standing tall

unconquered by

the elements.

And I found

there a resting place

that brought smile to

a weary traveller.

To fathom...2

mralex77.photosight.ru

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

mralex77.photosight.ru

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.

Nature's work....3

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Neither a crime

nor a sin it shall be

to admire

and appreciate

beauty

whether in

body and flesh

or colour and shape

or fragrance and form

or melody and tune.

And if I find myself

beautiful

I appreciate nature's work

and glory be to the spirit

that lives to link

us all

with the source

of all beauty

- our souls.

Nature's work....2

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It's a new morning
tender, fresh and soft
like the rays of the Sun.
The breeze just woke up
the flowers opened up
the birds twitter around
I am transfixed
not wanting to move
to think
to hope
to fear
wanting to be 
just be.
Like the flower
the rays 
the breeze
and do 
Nature's work.

On my own.....4

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After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.