Flakes of wisdom carried by mists of bliss
osmotically permeates our form,
gripped in rapture as polarities kiss,
carried away by this benign love storm,
in joy currents that are both cool and warm.
Pranic pathways within transport nectar,
enlivening nodes sector by sector,
as ignition renews by day and night,
until vast space becomes the bliss vector
and then all that remains is but God's light.
01-December-2022
As warm as the sun and as cold as ice,
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
Strolling through the woods, I embrace Autumn's
sensually immersive sensations.
From a crackling carpet of fallen leaves
to the smell of rotting logs and fungi:
Nature's presence is all-encompassing.
And a chorus of skeletal branches
rattle, like bones, in the wake of each breeze.
Each season
Nature changes
Her looks,
using color
to express Herself.
Spring is green,
Summer
is khaki,
and Fall
dapples orange
and scarlet
highlights, on the trees.
While Winter wears powder
white,
with crystals of ice.
Much like the force of gravity
Love surrounds you attracting everything to its core,
The more you pull towards you
like a bowstring further it shoots the arrow.
~08/07/18
~"What is Love" contest by Faraz Ajmal
It was a romantic endeavor
this quest for vaporous ridges,
as an adventurous spirit crested
already reaching dizzying altitudes,
short of vital breath & intensely high,
yet, there was no returning as the
summit was a mere birds-eye view,
it was the last chance to achieve
brass ring elevations mid skies'
survival beyond boundless frontiers,
towering strength and determination
overcoming fears whilst lack of oxygen
was a matter of achieve/die, win/be buried
ultimate goal was furthermost zenith, 'til
Mt Everest in its infinite nature took grasp of
life and climber's deathly eminent boundaries,
while its unreckonable power commanded an
unsurmountable frigid avalanche 'neath violent deadlocks,
encasing tombs of unfulfilled loftily dreamt expeditions
My heart is racing.
Faster and faster it beats,
And with every beat, I feel the heat
of your love surrounding me.
Surrounding me,
engulfing me,
grabbing me,
hugging me,
encompassing me…
Til I’m free—
free of the burdens,
the heartaches,
the pain,
the guilt,
the loneliness.
Free of myself,
the insecurities and the doubt
Wrapped in his love
‘til all the hurt comes out
His love—his pure, amazing love
that releases the cares.
His sweet, unassuming love
That is an answer to prayers.
It covers my heart
With a coat of joy
Its thick shield of protection
Blocks the noise.
Completely comfortable
And saturated in your love.
It coddles and holds me like a glove.
The thought of your love causes my heart to race.
I’m fully entwined in love’s embrace.
Upper case bold g
Compass circumscribing me
Squared eternally
It’s so simple,
like the hue of oranges,
like citrus in the back of your throat.
It burns.
I want to drag his skin through my
teeth,
taste the salt trailing
from the corners of his eyes,
lick the genius from the
slightly-parted, mellifluous quality
between his lips.
I want to drain the green from his
pupils
and the silken-purity silver from the
stars, and
smear it over my face till I
run red with the rawness in it –
until I am saturated with what I most
love.
I crave his mind,
the stormglory-scent of his soul,
the incineration he injects with his
breath,
the fire-pulse just beneath the
surface.
I stand beneath the aridity of some
god-forsaken slice of sky,
and I scream for rain because I
thirst
and I gnaw my own bones as they
ache -
I consume myself with hunger –
and I rip my hair from the root,
matted with longing,
but release no internal pressure.
I become a black hole,
a vortex of clenched fists,
cracking flesh,
his name unfurling like the sun
against the curled-paper
walls of my lungs –
his taste beating
like the oxygen in my blood.
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