Sparingly...

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A life spent  taking care
of appearances
appreciation
of beauty as truth
then suddenly
a question that jolts.
truth
of things turning ugly?
I feel like taking down
all pretenses and covers.
Whatever lies beneath
hidden
is the truth
even though ugly.
In facing it I live
truly
and living truly is beauty.
I have lived
till now
sparingly.

All of me...

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Some used to whisper
some used to call out
to the beauty of the body
feared being sinful.
And knew
in the heart of hearts
flesh leapt out
of  spirit.
And I stood bewildered
until the spirit called out
to my flesh and said
nothing
just stood close
very close and melted.
From that moment
truth is
beauty is

 all of me
and all of this life.

Renewing...

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Never felt like
leaving the warmth
of the water
so loving
so enveloping
filling every pore
without pressure
without demand.
That's when
my faith in life
renewed itself.
I just have to embrace
life
without asking 
without cornering
simply put my arms
around it
and wait
and let things
happen the way they should
and not as you would.
And then I became
new again.

In the flow of things...

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I find myself
at times
in the flow of things
when I let go
my will behind
every twitch 
and every thought
and just stand still
with all smoothness
slowly spreading
through my veins
feeling light
and floating
and allowing 
nature, life and cosmos
to carry me wherever
and however it 
happens to.
There's no wishing
no washing
nothing missing
nothing massing
only floating
and flowing.

Hidden...

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Everything that holds
does hide
something,
that's my belief.
Look at me
hiding my assets
behind my clothes
like these vaults
holding their
treasures in secret.
Fantasies have
wings, I can tell
as I have yearned
to dance with the breeze
and sail with the storms
and sing with the lark
and fling myself
into the flames of passion.
And I have also known
to stand still and
admire the craftsmanship
of those who made
the vaults.

Alone on the steps...

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When history
decided to build
steps to the top
it hailed 
the heights
to which men
could rise
and rule.
To make
passage easy
they toiled hard
and left behind
only the hard
cold stone steps
with the passage 
of time.
I too am the passage
of time 
of eternity
of history
of humankind
and I stand witness
as the time
of passage draws 
near
inexorably
for every traveller.

Alone in the deep...

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Mysteries knew
I would fling at them
and so invited me
into the dark forest.
Passions led me
as I left Reason behind.
The lioness in me
devoured 
every single beast
that came in the way.
Then it started raining
mercilessly.
Drenched as I was
I had only rain
to protect me.
My pride was
nowhere to be seen.
Swim I did
with the currents
to be back in the 
open again
waiting for the Sun
to rise.