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.

Of Nature...4

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These stalks 
that surround
grow tall yet slender
and bear tender
shoots of corn
and cast
in the soft sunlight
their shadows across
my body.
I am touched 
not bodily
but in soulspace
by something 
so frail yet full
so soft yet strong
and there spreads
inside me
a sweet fragrance 
of the beauty of life
and outside
the sun lingers
lazily on the horizon.

In Fullness....4

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And when it's time
to work
I trust myself
in the sinews of
my muscles
and my strong legs
that hold up
the lovely edifice
of my body
and let work shape
my being
in all its turns
and twists
unmindful of the 
surroundings
whether bleak or black
or blooming and booming.
Spirit is the breath of life
and to live on and to move on
is its purpose.

In Fullness.....3

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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.

In Fullness....2

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It's only now
I realised
I had been trying
to fill fullness
with emptiness.
Already full of the milk
of love
I yearned to shape
those lovely breasts of mine.
Full of fertile promises
and swaying gently
I wanted to work
on the elephantine 
fundament of 
my femininity.
And I wanted to drink
wine when life itself
was intoxicating.
and full of charm
promise
love and 
passion
waiting to overflow.

Waking from reverie

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I dreamt often
of a far away land
of blue, green and gold
of love,music and spirits
of flowers, birds and children
of waves, sun and sand
and woke up to city traffic
and ambulance sirens.
The everyday rush I couldn't
escape and longed more
for the dreamland.
I want all this to end -
the dreaming and waking up.
So I now choose to 
go within, withdraw
and take in the quiet within.
Just let the quiet spread
to every cell in the body
and float.
Then it doesn't matter
when and where
I wake up.

Of Nature...3

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Even the tiniest flower
and the mightiest trunk
live by the same light
and wear the same wind
but breathe same life
into their self
celebrating differently.
As one sways the other stands
and as one firms up 
the other fades.
And just as the grass
brushes lightly
against my bare thighs
I touch lightly
the bare bark 
of the tall ones.
To touch is to live.