The wild flower

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Do you know
- but how would you - 
the power of the 
wild flowers?
As you bustle your way through
them
you get on to 
another plane of existence
your insides burst open
your nostrils flare up to take in
fresh air
and you leave behind
all regrets, all sins
and all gratitude to
the power of convention
and you breathe free and light
and pure and shining.

Rocks and caves

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Rocks and caves
guard the spirit
of solitude
when one is
true only to oneself
and the whole world
stands still.
I am carved from that
mettle
and can hear the rocks
sing from their heart
the only true
notes of
union.

If only you will..

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If only you had
realised
that inside
my flesh
throbbed a real person,
you would be something
else.
Lusting for the flesh
you lost it.
Passions ride my
desires too
but I know where
to take them.
I am but an instrument
and you too are one
for that cosmic orchestra
to play out
its symphonies.
If only you will 
listen to the call
of the yonder....

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Light I need...

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Light I need
not to see the way ahead
but for every pore of me
to become eyes.
I want to take in all
of beauty and wonder
inside me
and float in the clouds
of love and then
be the rain that
showers life
on the parched earth
left ravaged by
demons of the mind.

Softly they...

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Softly they fade
like the light at dusk
the regrets and the hurts
and when the night falls
it is only the stars
that light up the sky
like my mind that
only counts
kisses, hugs
and
embraces
softly.
I rise slowly
to touch the stars
softly
very softly.

And then you...

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At the crossroads
of comfort and convention
and of freedom and turbulence
frozen I stood, frozen
coming as I did
from shelters
built over centuries.
And then you
took me by surprise
into your arms
and I melted
into your warmth
throbbing to an eternal
rhythm,
how can I 
be the same?