it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Who is this force of power seducing my mind and enveloping my soul?
Flows of passion;
Ebbs of anger;
Flows of laughter;
Ebbs of silence.
Waves of love come crashing down on me…
the sand pulling me in as we become one with the waves.
He is my water, my love, my life.
"The clouds spill a thousand secrets"
in transitional transient forms
Your touch is like the spongy clouds
blessing me bountifully with brazen benevolence
"Melt my tears into your sweet fire"
for I'm daringly, defiantly "love-drunk on desire"
You can even "seduce the stars without a script..."
Who am I to escape your emerald eyes?
Like a moth drawn to the incandescent candle
I faithfully flutter around your fervent fulgence
You are my amber ambrosia
enveloping me with your amorous aroma
I dance dreamily in dandelion stardust
for you are my dearest, dashing, daring darling
We'll learn life's lavender lessons in tandem
Our souls are intricately interlaced and intertwined
Ruby passion sizzles...
when our hearts are in hazel harmony
Our mutual understanding is unfortunately understated
If you're the sea, I'm the sand
lapping your lapis lazuli waves with my love
We're crocheted cohesively for forevermore
our affection for the endless eternity
our adoration and admiration will never die
We possess an inseparable intimacy
immeasurable immortal imprints
impressed upon this universe
~ Hyacinth hearts held together even in heaven ~
We fall Hard and steady
Down dimensions unknown
Down, each turn and drop
We turn and tremble, teeming with tingling terrors
Nightmares fuel
Combust and flare outwards until nothing can contain it
We fall
We tumble, down further
Banging, bashing, crashing into oblivion
We tornado outwards, from within
Our hearts break and bend, and release their burdens
They blow like bombs
Our minds burst, and burn like supernovas
Enveloping all that is, and will ever be with blinding light
Eyes scorched and hearts immolated
We climb, turn and tumble
Bumble like buffoons
We soar ever higher, becoming ever lighter
We fly like jet fighters
Higher and higher still
Above the atmosphere
Float… suspended in stillness
Until we blossom and spread like wildfire
Flowering, showering, we sow our stardust seeds
We turn, stumble, and reach
We fall, like meteors, into each other’s orbit
Until collapse
Through everything
Everything
I always had the last connection.
The last breath before sinking,
The last finger on the sill before falling.
The last oasis in the desert,
The last step before the cliff.
That connection was so dense and enveloping
The fog shrouding everything around it.
When it was severed
Cut
Dropped
Left
And the mist dissipated
All I saw
Was nostalgic desperation.
The silver sky gently mists,
shrouding trees, emerald dark,
with echoes of mystery.
Soft, beautiful and cold is the melody
the wind blows, far away
through branch and lilting bough.
All is quiet, with the deep-breathing silence
of cool, evening peace.
The air, fresh and cold, enveloping light with grey;
carrying with it the harmony of
crickets and birds. Keeping the ancient
twilight tryst they sing a little warmth amidst
the charcoal world, and a gust in the shielding leaves
speaks in barely a whisper:
beckoning…
While I lay, still as silence –
Fingers pressed upon the chilled glass,
the wind noiselessly billowing
the soft, pale curtains.
I reach for a cold, sad,
beautiful world -
until the rain begins to fall.
Alone, breathing slow and deep,
I smile.
Dear Moon,
Each syllable of your name sings a melody so serene, I find the scarcity of my own tranquility immersing on the tip of my tongue.
The hum of my profound fragility twirls along the brittle attempts to submerge into the cloud of my thunderous delicacy.
The remnants of my soul crumble into a decaying, dispense of dust, floating through the basins of Earth’s hue.
The scent of you radiates off of the vex of my skin.
An ethereal blend of elegance, silver and the spirit of my distillation.
I find each celestial fragment of my embodiment thickening in the night sky, enveloping itself into the safety of the split space within the stars.
The green of Earth farewells the gleam of my cells.
Each one shines with the shimmering pride of a newfound purpose:
The stillness of perpetuity in lunate.
The hush of eternity in galactic saint.
And the appease of permanency in cosmic quaint.
A final exhale until my excess joins your divine rock of tragical, obscured beauty.
Your gravel brushes against my skin, so calamitously determined to test my devotion, oblivious to the ache my ashes fester for you.
Dear Moon, I call your name.
S oothing harmonious emerald waves lapping on the shore turn
E ntire universe seem magnanimous and serene.
R etiring from chaos surrounds me with a calmness which
E very shell in the amber sand brings to the troubled mind,
N oiseless stillness hush enveloping existence...inner peace
I want to achieve, echo from a hollow conch deliver
T ranquility of mind and soul,
Y earning for Nirvana !
I walk life through trudging moments,
steps trace the last mile to the vanishing point,
configured in the cauldron of timeless nothingness.
I sink with my morphed essence
within the trance of the mystique night
when the music of life’s violin stops
in time transcending void of silence,
shape shifting to arcane image of death
chiseled from the blocks of nonbeing.
The intrinsic awareness channeled through time
drives cognitive impulses incessant,
surges the enveloping waves of acumen
through the emptiness of perception.
The divine force then propels my essence to
embrace the void
"Another day, another dollar;
a day late and a dollar short."
Here summer comes early.
Mostly, it never really leaves.
Here there are fresh-faced
children -- but they will change.
Boys will ripen to close
copies of their fathers --
those many sullen somber
silent men. Girls will mimic
still their mothers, aging
early in summers' petulant,
pervasive, potent green.
Here hopeless men will not
expose, in words, their griefs --
since there will always be only
the harsh monotony of each
tomorrow's changeless green.
Around sun-reddened weary necks
hang heavy burdens, weighty worries
never lessened, the endless summer's
cruel paradox: how such paucity
of hopeful human spirit festers
in the midst of profligate abundance,
this all-enveloping, overgrowing green.
This late morning's high noon scaling, steeply-ascending, ragged herald
Hauls himself upwards into the roaring expanse of the dizzying sky
To chance upon this, might though his very soul should be imperiled,
When lording over which is constrained within a dispassionate, encompassing eye.
From the feathered throat abruptly pours such Mellifluous harmony
As, lifting higher and higher, he negotiates a ledge inside a wisp of
broken cloud;
Those rich, dulcet notes, more decidedly sweeter than any liquid honey,
Irresistibly flowing Earthwards... a continuous symphony of unparalleled sound.
His alone the rushing glory! His alone this almost unattainable niche!
For up here, rarified and raw, the air is breathless and sparse where thins.
Then the song fully enveloping the shrunken patchwork of fields beneath...
Whereon, delivering forth from bursting lungs, that final triumphant salvo
he heroically flings.
As consciousness, submerged, is buried deep,
obsessive thoughts repeat again, again.
Awareness, then hidden, is sound asleep
as ruminations coil around my brain -
thus, rendering me functionally blind,
as I go certifiably insane.
Just as I am imprisoned by my mind,
enveloping thoughts that have me consumed,
(rendering my perceptions so confined)
fall away like Autumn leaves by and by
waking the ear, the nose, the skin, the eye.
When we as a bubble swallow the ocean,
enveloping so to say, the universe,
in staid silence, free from thought flow commotion,
we transcend space-time with no need to rehearse,
that here now sipping soma nectar potion,
our heart spontaneously conjures a verse,
employing the power of bilocation,
one with oneness and manifest creation.
Epilogue:
Ramana verses are here concluded ~
Those yet in mind will remain deluded
So It Does
Gently tickling the tree tops as the giggling leaves frolic and play in the sultry summer sun.
Caressing and cooling the skin, it's fingers run freely through loose lavish locks like no lover can.
Nary a notice when blasting the blades made to siphon it's strength, spinning, working, it solders on consistent, strong, always unrestrained.
Billowing the buxom sails urging ever onward into the unknown daring adventures to be had.
Whispery kisses to majestic mountains takes tiny fractured flecks in time making jagged crests and regal peaks wither in it's wake
Fine desert sand, it's dunes Slithered slowly like waves across the wilderness, suddenly, voraciously with great velocity enveloping the sky, stripping flesh from bone.
Compelling the atmosphere downward thrashing twisting demanding the earth to surrender whatever it desires.
A soaring galactic vortex spun up from the oceans bowels stalking it's victims, dumping it's deadly deluge with ferocity and force.
Shifting sands and powered mills,
dancing leaves and withered hills,
Typhoons swirl and twisters spin
friend or foe, I give you the wind.
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