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Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk,
Subtle, and their glimmer passes through impoverished rhetorics and lingering questions,
My attempts to find answers dissolve in a soul that oscillates in silence,
Hoping in a nameless future to find my bearing force.
I contemplate the shadows of the past, and feel how despair swallows me,
This twisted life, penned by destiny as a cruel irony,
But through whirlpools and storms, I await you, unwritten love,
To decode my cryptic map, to find the treasure hidden beneath my heart.
Man's quest often ends in vain in the search for truth,
We flee from its relativity that haunts and shakes our dreams,
Yet I choose to dress in the garment of time, to catch wings
And in the weave of our love, to sketch an escape from resignation, a shiver.
Let us love then, without questioning, without the cold weapons of reason,
Let us feel the warmth of life and bring into dance steps the promised age,
Wrapped in the fabric of time and of the love that made us find each other,
Let's leave the rhetorics behind, burn the perplexities in the flame that does not extinguish.
Let us aspire for our love to be like silk textures,
Ephemeral, delicate, and perfectly shaped by capricious destiny,
To surrender ourselves to the current of love, steadfast and full of zeal to be complete,
In a time to come, to overcome together fears and trials, guided by the moon's sigh.
Thus, my love, let us be enchanted by this waltz of existence,
Let us cling ardently and seek in every moment the truth hidden within us,
Let us face together the bramble of this life, with faith as the wind in our sails,
To defy fear and resignation, forever seeking love, the silken bond touching the stars.
Most effective teachers
are perpetually curious students.
Most accomplished chefs
have voracious appetites
for nutritional taste
and nurturing fragrance.
Most resilient lovers of here and now life
have known and felt hate and anger
for what they were and are not
what they could want themselves to become
cooperative truth and beauty passionately enough.
Most astute analytical thinkers
are complexly destitute theological feelers
chaos resisting healers
radically resonant bicameral dreamers.
Most muses
are trust and passion affluent
through healthy silent springs
of wealthy cooperative effluence.
Most ultraviolet nights
absorb enlightening sun-bleached days
in-between enchanted/disenchanting insights.
Most effective healers
are AnimaMundi contenting souls,
Earth patriotic
and Integrity matriotic
ego/eco-communicators.
Most Yang/Yin conversations
are c-squared dualdark enlightening
sacred wu-wei system
tipping pointer inner/outers;
not really just secular woo-woo awesome
wiki profit winning prophet shouters.
Most WinWin long-term therapeutic designers
are perpetual WinLose deep and wide re-assemblers.
Most effective speakers
are perpetually courageous
co-empathic curious listeners.
In the realms of love, hearts are
entwined and set alight,
Emotions roam day and night,
Dreams turn into reality,
And a note saying take care
as it's easy to lose your sanity.
In this enchanted place, darkness
and shadows of doom disappear,
Flowers bloom all year, and the flame
of hope is always burning here,
Hearts dance with joy hearing the
Great Reed Warblers sing,
Their beautiful song makes Winter
seem like Spring.
In this sanctuary of love each smile,
a sunbeam,
Each glance, a silent promise,
Every heartbeat echoes a thrill,
Words are few, and with a gentle
touch, souls beam with excitement
and are no longer tranquil.
In the realms of love, spirits lift,
Happily, they wander through
the world searching for True Love,
a rare and precious gift,
Once found, two hearts sync,
hope’s fire ignites and feelings of joy
hint that the search wasn’t in vain,
The gift of True Love is a tapestry
woven with threads of joy, compromise
and pain.
By Zyrool
At first, I wasn't sure it was Spring until I felt a warm breeze, ever so gently, blow across my skin and heard the trickling sound of running water, fleeing Winter's icy grip. And I caught a whiff of Spring's unique perfume, lingering on a fresh, fragrant breeze—a rich, earthy aroma befitting Nature's favorite daughter. And dipping Her brush into a rainbow palette, Spring dappled color onto Winter's canvas of white, while unfurling trillions of leaves to green the tops of the trees. She is the Goddess for whom the birds sing, an artist extraordinaire, and the giver of life. I welcome Spring with open arms, enchanted by Her inculpable beauty, genteel grace, and friendly, flirtatious southern-belle charm.
melting into spring
icicles shrink drop by drop...
winter bleeds water
Quote: “The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me.” Emerson
Forest, a Delphic shrine,
In woods where shadows dance in dappled light,
The forest stands in depths of day or night,
Where secrets prevail in sky’s solitude.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Whose whispered tales caress the breeze's song,
The rustling leaves, a chorus soft and low,
Their wisdom echoes through the sylvan glade.
I roam in the enchanted verdant halls,
Struggling, and hoping,
Searching the hidden truths in your silent realm,
And the zephyr tells me,” Here your soul will find sweet solace”.
There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages. - Mark Twain
reflected in the spring’s gentle whisper
mingling the music, soul sounding crisper
risking light’s voice, calling to her sister
hues so daring, friendly and delicious
collecting moments, clearly auspicious
amazing as He who is omniscious
medley of dreams, revealing yet serene
glowing on cerulean seas of green
smudged with hints of yellow and tangerine
laughing beneath autumn’s exciting skies
waiting on night’s moon and stars to arise
listening for the wind’s song as she cries
enchanted webs of peace and grace and light
tempting moods so the heart and soul unite
Long time ago was an endless pain,
Today is a fairy tale because you made me insane.
Your smile speaks an endless hope,
Your heart brings me in the highest slope.
You taught me how to realize and forget,
Loving you is never an enormous regret.
I find it sweet when you get mad,
Baby, don’t worry because I will not make you sad.
I wish we’re always together and ever.
Happiness with you is what I’m looking forever.
Whenever people disapprove about us,
Baby, no worries because this love is not about must.
Today is an endless ploy,
Baby, I’m fighting for our enchanted joy.
I really guess my happiness is about you,
Baby, this is how I express my love for you.
“The Economy of Love”
Incorporeal
susurration
the fleet of mind
gather in the hive
they waltz
their words
across a page
slicing through
the dark of
want and love
holding tight
the hands that write
feverish devotion
drowning in
collaboration’s
enchanted
beguiling
false
romance
Ah where is love?
real love?
wanton love?
like some
white sugary
powder inhaled
sweet intoxicating drug
lips juicy ripe and read
to put all those
written dreams
to bed sonorous, then,
somnolent such is lust,
where minds are spent
and hearts buried
deep from reality,
in dreams are bent
to blend as one
Titania’s eyelids
Nectar whet
juice of Oberon’s
magic flower
Lust is wet
Love is spent
Dark your mind
Eyes that open
What is not your want
The Light has lit
The Economy of Love
Where poets in gilded cages are kept
Suspended and perplexed
Puck’s mistake
Is too perfect
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgmRG2Zh3D4
In a brilliant enchanted faerie forest, where deer were fed,
There was a mature, yet slightly miniature thistle bed,
Under shiny maple leaf completely opposite of red,
Was a tiny waif named Joyce resting her sweet empowered head
She had an independent streak, this petite, yet precocious mite.
Some people were afraid of her pure willingness to incite.
She questioned everyone in her village, with all of her might.
She let them know her opinions too, which were exceedingly bright.
She started with her parents, who role-modeled communication,
“Why? Who? When?” She would ask, “How can we get peace across the nation?”
She worked with some teachers, many who wanted reunification.
Pulled out community leaders, and neighbors, some in hibernation.
She advocated for the downtrodden, the unrepresented, and the oppressed.
“I’m here to help you fix the forest,” she answered, with understanding and finesse.
“Let’s listen to her,” the forest king said, “A child can help us clean up this mess.”
“Okay,” the committee agreed. They were all feeling exasperated and stressed.
She gave them her fantastic ideas of ruling the people by giving them a choice.
Some were dubious, irritated they had to listen to a knowledgeable elf named Joyce.
“Children still know how to follow their hearts,” the Forest King said. His amber brown eyes were moist.
The room hushed, and a corpulent engineer named Beau brought in a giant purple and pink hoist.
Joyce lifted high stood proud and tall, and spread her beautiful silver and gold translucent wings.
As she spoke the truth, her parents smiled and her credit-taking teachers began to sing.
Remember we are here to do our best, to inspire each other to really shine with zing.
“So be kind and gentle, thoughtful and good; and our amazing village will really be something!”
Yes, a child turned the whole village around; because the elfs and faeries knew to listen.
If you are really quiet in a garden on a summer day, you might catch a glisten.
Faeries are drawn to those who selflessly help, inspire, and love others.
If you don't believe me, go to the one who knows all. Pick up the phone and dial your mothers.
Frothy waves cascade ashore,
fueling erotic dreams.
And splash upon shallow shoals,
alight with golden moonbeams.
Lovers linger on the beach,
enchanted by Luna's light.
And desire and passion soon
conjure a magical night.
As shadows intermingle,
salacious silhouettes merge.
And within body and soul,
sexual desires converge.
Hope surges with every beat,
fueling each pounding heart.
And love stretches past pleasure,
when euphoric feelings start.
Innocence in paradise,
invokes the promise of youth.
And strengthens the bonds of trust,
with nothing more than the truth.