At any moment, you can enter the deep, strong river of your being.
You were born to swim these waters, because you were born in them.
You know the eddy, surge, wave, stream, currents — all swiftness and steady flow.
You are the head and delta, that spring where the waters are born, and the ocean that receives them.
No one and nothing can prevent you from finding your way into any bend of your own river.
Right now, an hour from now, tomorrow, next Tuesday, a lifetime ago,
You can dive into the most welcoming waters and find your native element.
You are a strong swimmer; go to your depth and set your own course.
These are your waters, this is your stream; you control the flow.
All mysteries and molecules obey your thoughts.
Music and reason are flowing together.
Nourish your body and the grateful earth.
Take to these waters.
They’re yours.
Swim.
Now.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
A gaze so tender,
Even from afar so amber,
Heart jumping in aflutter,
How can a person so much render,
In perfect voice and eyes so wanting,
Taking my time to grace this occasion,
Extending my hands in persuasion,
Allow me this invasion,
I am willing to be indicted
Of this love accusation.
© Written Whispers
Beaming big flowers
Outfit dress with foreigners
Respect the nomads.
Japan autumn
east forest gold portrait
spicy ramen
my liquid imagination
sweeps past boundaries
and risks the depths
in a moment
stolen from chaos
spirals of light
defy form
and warm my senses
there is blue
I'm sure
the blue that belongs
in peace
and it came to me
beyond reasoning
through a veil
of preconception
it yawned
and stirred
I became it
we became one
no need for answers
as if......
no question could occur
Gardenia candle
Gold flickers on bath waters
Hypnotic,sweet peace
5/7/2023
Slip all batty zing ump ash
Flip ball catty bing bump bash
Clip doll fatty ding dump dash
Sip caul hatty bring chump crash
I stare at the speaker, wishing I knew what to do or say
Hip haul natty ping grump hash
Quip mall ratty ping grump rash
Strip paul slatty string stump slash
I hear the words but they make no sense
For I do not know the language or understand
My parents threw me into full immersion school
Where I do not speak the language in any form...
I do not understand, and I doubt I ever will.
Staying immersed in
The story..
A story of immersion
And the seeming
Wish to escape the
Story..which is
Impossible because
The wish and attempts
Are the story too..
It's all story
But somehow the
Empty nature of the
Story may be sensed
Which can seem
As a bit
Of heaven on earth..!
Immersion Van Gogh
His paintings are alive
I am loving this exhibit
A virtual tour but marvelous
I think of the real Van Gogh
and how amazed he would be
at how many of us
recognize his works
At the speed of light on a carousel of death
The soul escapes the flesh.
Into an immersion filled with light, love, and loved ones.
Souls are gifted wings, becoming angelic beings.
Every jagged mystery smoothed to gilded revelation.
Every barb of confusion transforms into a garden of truth...
Needs of the flesh give way to the purpose of angels.
Left behind are the wails within a black pit of grief.
Angels silently arrive with the balm of time and empathy.
Signs subtly appear:
A cardinal in the brush.
A misty familiar face in the mirror.
Lightly minted hints of the afterlife.
A gentle light in the corner of the night.
A wispy flush on the cheek or in the mind.
The wave from a silver leaf, when all others are fast asleep.
The sooth of a sweet dream leading into a sweeter memory.
Every second the timepiece speaks of transition.
Living is a chain of moments, bending into a circle of eternity.
In the afterlife, we shall all meet up again.
Verse by verse i poured into you
Sing me with your lips,in a voice full throated
Dancing and whirling,all i know
What else could be in love?
Drop by Drop i immersed in you
Seedling of love will certainly sprout
Spring is almost over
and the love is well rooted
How can i die in penury?
In smokes i roam
and with ashes i settle
i am fascinated with my opulent lifestyle
Feel the bliss of first summer rain
and sink with me in ephimeral pleasures
i am lost in your euphony
Death is not my end
and my verses will be hard to forget
My Coffin will be forever white
who else could be such immortal?
Dated:26/July/2021
strawberries in cream
basking in the gold sunshine
a deep diving duck
into tall green grass
a crowded garden's fragrance
caught out in the rain
the blackness of night
twinkling stars surrounding all
the world lost in time
The lark ascending on
an afternoon fawn--
sweet autumn Reverie
Imagine, if you can my dear, my body is
Like water that surrounds you, gentle in the morning
As you rise to consciousness' surface
And take your first breath of the new day,
For I (who always try to wake before you)
Am that living water that now holds your sleeping form
And listens to the language of sleep's rumbles
That cat-like, purr your pleasure to my touch,
Telegraph the peace you're feeling,
As my arms, my legs, and shape insinuate
Their way into your very dreams,
Adjusting to your slightest movement,
Mutual comfort moment's bliss.
Like liquid love, that fuels my being,
I feel my soul immersed in serving
Broad strokes that your dreams are painting,
The wholeness of the life you wake to,
The lover that you trust is real.
I have become silky cocoon
Your undomesticated pupa spun
In service to your chrysalis,
Am not myself at all at last,
But servant to your adult form,
Proud husband of your winged flight.
Brian Johnston
April 11, 2016
Where was love
in a dewdrop and rose
when your lips went dry.
The salt now speaks
of vacant eyes of a
covered nude.
Untitled my song. I
leave at your steps
for a waterfall.
Satish Verma
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