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the Zen Spirit of true Love or what is love?
what is love
the poetry prompt proclaimed
explain what love is
to someone who has never
experienced love
and had no idea at all
no clue as to what love is
I decided that I had no answer
that would satisfy
that love is sort of like
the belief in God
you either believe it
or you don’t
there is no rational basis
there is no rational basis
for love at all
it is not just
as second hand emotion
despite the popularity of the song
it is not chemical induced temporarly insanity
it is not biological endured DNA programing
hard wired to help us to get sex
and make babies
and then keep our mates
to help raise said babies
it is all of these things yes
and scientists may someday
and scientists may someday
be able to pinpoint it all
break it down
in its component parts
analyze the hell out of it
but they will never understand it
in the end
it comes down to this
Love is mysterious
love is magic
there is a certain zen element
to love
a certain taoist element as well
there is a certain taoist element as well
those who can define it
have never experienced it
and those who have experienced it
can never describe it
one can say a few things
love happens
when you least expect it
love creeps up on you
love happens
when you are washing dishes
drinking wine
dancing at a club
making love
making love
for the first time
or the 10, 000th time
and every time
is different
than the time before
love happens when you give up
searching for love
waiting for love
wishing for love
wishing for the one
then one day
the one walks out
I first saw this prompt five years ago and gave up trying to define love, but after 40 years of love I finally have an answer. It is based on a true love story for details on how we met see my story , "dream love" on my blog page, Https://theworldacordingtocosmos.co m or my various dream girl/love poems especially "the Story of How We Met" on AP I am writing a screen play called "timeless love" on this story as it would make a great movie. © 16 minutes ago, john Cosmos Aller
My guardian angel sleep how I honor thee,
Thy contrarian ways leave me breathless,
Thine art, the bearer of life’s synchronicity.
I am your vessel, a vassal on your highways,
Thou speakest in tongues, thy magic conveys,
Subtle shifts in the feelings of voluptuous days.
You speak to me archaically, sometimes not,
With ears I absorb your many voices,
Though my eyes are slow to know your every plot.
Faithfully you come to me when the shades are drawn,
Carefully you wake me with touching flair,
I am pushed to reconsider most every dawn.
A night without you is an adventure at home,
It is, to wit, but a journey to bed,
Better not to sleep if you venture not to Rome.
Your flavor spices my mind, with thirst I crave it,
Its abundance and magnitude move me,
I search the seas to find your shores to inhabit.
You surprise me, you recognize me, you see me,
The masks I use to cloak, your hands deface,
Uncovering my ploys with mirthful subtlety.
Naked I stand before you, your canvas to paint,
With strokes of genius you unnerve my life,
In depth you make my shallow ways seem less than quaint.
A weaver could not imagine the text you bear,
The knot you wind only a knot can know,
There is no metaphor that can describe your stare.
I will never understand how you do this trick,
Yet it is me who does it every night!
I am undone by you, yet you make my life tick.
If you are the eye of my mind who sees the truth,
Better to go, leave me to my devices,
To abide by your laws would be just too uncouth.
Yet I hesitate to cast you away stranger,
You are the god who lives inside of me,
I can not live without my nightly messenger.
Stay with me then my ritual marvelous friend,
I need you, crave you, in sleep I would die,
Without your visitations life could not amend.
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Written 09.06/2014 By Jornjorn.
Sometimes when the evening gathers
And the stars come out to graze
I look above into the heavens
Take them in my ovine gaze
I'm not too small yet not to wonder
Though my woolly brain is slow
Are there sheep on other planets
Will one day we somehow know?
If my life had turned out diff'rent
Or if magic transformed me
I'd be aboard a woolly spaceship
Heading out, so I could see
I'd have a sheep shape spacesuit helmet
Curved around my sheepie face
My fame would spread, I'd be on stamps
I'd be the first sheep out in space
I imagine other planets
Many light years off from here
The journey long, but I would make it
Each day just a bit more near
Falling down from alien heavens
My descent both swift and steep
When I landed, when I ventured
Would I find another sheep?
I love laughing with you,
The mirrors in your gentle eyes reflecting a foreign smile
A smile only you can conjure with your awkward charm
I can see playfulness, desire, and hesitance fluctuate in your pupils
And the silent moments when we do touch,
I bask in the feelings of magic trepidation
I search your thoughts, and you wander mine
Sometimes we beam, when we discover a mutual thought
You try to cover your face when the laughter escapes,
But you cannot escape my gaze,
My observational craze
Always craving the next anticipating haze
When laughter dies,
The trialing and testing begin
And I try to remain sane where saneness cannot thrive
That is when you hold on to me
Your hand slowly clasps mine
In this moment, you chase my thoughts,
Searching for the need in my eyes
I know you find it, for I have found yours
2024 is coming,
that futurity is guaranteed.
Can you feel it coming?
There’s magic in the air.
I’m excited, as if someone put euphorics in my breakfast cereal.
“Tonight,” Lisa said, twirling before her oblong moon mirror, “we’re going to show them we can dance!” “We are,” I agreed.
“I wish I were going,” 14-year-old Leeza sighed.
“2028,” Lisa promised, now modeling an alternate dress, “You, me, crazy-town.”
Liza groaned. I remember being 14, patience is an infinitely dull tool.
“How does this look?” Lisa asked, stopping to stand tiptoed and simulate wearing heels.
“You’ll look like wrapped candy,” I assured her.
Glamor is alive and well this New Year’s eve.
Happy New Year Everyone!
I hope you all have fun.
Eternal breath, A magic moment to let out a scream
To be standing before time certain there is nothing left to do but
This eternal breath, that comes from nowhere and clings to the soul as the
Last minute of life, last stand for someone's rights... Just one single and final
Eternal breath that will consume and let people expire, yet pain will follow
those who Could not see life as a passage between good and evil, between faith and
This eternal breath which cuts in chills, adorns the will, yet
It leaves someone wondering if there is something else, something more than just
This eternal breath , eternal moment of loneliness and agony that finally
Comes as a last hope for better days, hope to love and to feel fulfilled other than
This eternal breath, this moment of uncertainty, of cry and agitation, where it
Stands before time with a period to see and share forgiveness standing on
This eternal breath, whereby the future is a series of new experiences, and
Today is the only present where people hold out tears to be remembered tomorrow as
This eternal breath comes and goes, driving to be stronger to be just out, as
After all, this is just air coming from the lungs, through the mouth, a mouth that will blow
This eternal breath to allow the soul to march, to shine and to live forever and
Strong with no regrets as for this moment, it's only the brain firing one last charge to let out
This eternal breath in abandonment of unimportant feelings as one last
Journey which ends with the start of another one to give raise to
This eternal breath filled with a new energy that shall never die in days to come, and in a
Time of reconciliation, rejoice, togetherness, astonishment, and abundance of
This eternal breath that is now free and out !
The moon is yellow as mustard stain by turmeric
I dream of riches but I never have more
A lottery ticket not a single digit matched
The wind can howl as lonely is the coyotes
The wind can blow each dream away
A prairie sky is endless
The city's sky is invisable
We never do what we should have done
We just blame others for our faults
I open a can of soup and it is magic
From factory kitchens through rail and road
from grocery to my pantry
a mircle of modern life
It is a tad too salty
The televsion is on but nothing is watched
It has been a whole day without human contact
And I feel nothing but numbness
I turn the lights off and in the darkness
I can see the yellow moon through the window
Big and round and bright
My phone beeps
I'm needed at work
Maybe on the way home
I'll stop and buy a lottery ticket.
AMENDING COMMENDING, DESCENDING FOR ASCENDING
NAKED OF ALL NAKED, GREATNESS PLEASE TAKE IT
GAME SAYS SUBTRACT TO TAKE IT, LOVE SAYS GIVE CREATE BLISS
HOW MANY CAN KEEP THIS, HOW MANY FALL FREQUENT
LOST TO MY PRESENCE, AND ESSENCE HOW I SPEAK IT
SO MANY PLAY VICTIM FORSAKEN, WHILE HEAVEN ON EARTH AWAITS THEM
CONFUSED MIND PATTERNS RAPE MEN, WHO PROJECT AND RAPE WOMEN
WOMEN SWIMMIN IN MY ADDICTION, CATCH A QUICKNESS OFF FRESH BIT VICTIMS
COURSE I BACK TRACK, STILL A SOUL I CARRY MOVIN SINGIN
BLESS THE HATERS CRINGIN, UNTIL THEY BANDWAGON THE ONLY MISSION
NOTHING IS WRONG, ACCEPT OUR REFUSAL TO SEE WHATS RIGHT
DAY IS SAME AS NIGHT, SEEN THROUGH DIFFERNT EYES
ALL IS ONE BUT YOU SEPERATE, DUE TO CHILDREN WHO HYNOTYZED
I'M WISE BEYOND MY OWN, LEAVE MY REFLECTION SPEAKIN HOMES
GROWN WITHIN THE POEMS, LEFT ALONE FOR CRAZY ROAMS
LIKE SUPPORTING ALL THAT IS, FOR WITHIN EACH TRUTH HOLDS
SO I SALVAGE ALL THE GOLD, MOLD THROUGH UNTIL THE WORLD'S A DIAMOND
SHAPED AS A HEART, AND YOU BREAK THE MOLD OF CLONE
I'VE BURNED MYSELF ON PURPOSE, TO FIND MYSELF AND LEAVE THE SKIRMISH
CALL ME DAVID BLAINES LOST RELATIVE, THANKIN WHODINI A MAGIC PURIST?
EVIL IS TAKING ADVANTAGE, DARKNESS IS JUST A BEAUTY
THAT CONTRASTS TO ENHANCE CANVASES, I LAND WITH THIS
SO MANY CRAMMED POSTS, WITH MORE DEPTH THAN ATLANTIS DID
An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun
up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red
All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim
who loves the pulse of nature and Druid Magic !
Trudging through the forest with a staff in her right hand
made of bark and decorated wood carvings and runes,
she becomes a legendary hero of her time.
Soon as she crosses the magic woods, all good things
come to pass.
Dipping her feet in ochre soil she walks bravely onwards
to her destination, a wizened woman unbaffled by nature
braving the weather, through high winds and storms.
Black spruce, poplars , white pines and sugar maples,
all greet her as she passes by, " Queen Of The Amazon"
they call her, enchantress of SANANGA
Once clear eyed one can never return to a world,
filled with plastic and dying ocean whales...
So over by a running river she sits and waits
for two Titania fairy wings to join her.
Together they sit by the Morning's Quiet Fire,
entrenched in the magic of the woods.
Re-animate as the returning winds of day,
they trade reality for fantasy, then opening a door
they walk through, once more.
The End.
By: Mystic Rose
She's a tiny floweret
between buds and orchid blooms
She's a beauty pouring perfume
in light shades of lilac hues
She's a fearless butterfly
A winged vision in the sky
that soars,that flutters by
Spreading spring dew in my life .
She's the twilight's softest music
She's a song that never dies
And Oh , those noichettes eyes
own the glint of fireflies .
She loves to help me bake
She's my true sweet cuppy cake
Mischief 's rose blushes her face
Cheeky girl who knows her ways
Ways to make her mama sigh
and to earn her fond embrace .
She's my daughter,She's a pearl
still protected in my shell
Till that time a day will come
when all faries become myths
and the world would steal such bliss
Till that time a day will come
and I loose my magic spell
But today She is my girl
Our shared rhymes play in her dream
She's a princess ,I'm her queen
Till today papa 's her hero
He's the shadow of her smile
Till tonight, my arms Her cradle
Blissed this dream ,this girl is mine
She's the Present , She 's sublime
She' s where heart and soul entwine.
Dedicated to my loving daughter Christina who is two 32months old :)