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Rumi said, “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.”
And how ancient tales can still feel true.
The odyssey of my heart began with barely a clue—
then there you were on stage,
and then… then I knew:
my searching ended with you.
Vivacious Vee, rare as a golden diamond you are to me.
Your presence is sweet ambrosia nourishing my soul;
with you, the future feels already foretold.
You are the oxygen sustaining my flaming coal.
“I” is for inimitable—my phenomenal frau.
I could search high and low,
wade through sand and snow,
and still find no wonder on this earth
with a smile as beautiful, as luminous as yours.
Confidence is what your mind and body exude—
never one to stagnate or brood.
To understand, you display presidential patience;
to forgive, you wield wisdom that extinguishes every feud.
Taste sweet as philter’d wine with an addicting scent,
like a whisper of vanilla drifting through a vineyard at sunset.
If I could bottle your essence,
I’d promise to keep it
and label it Victoria’s Secret.
Omnipresent is the connection of our yearning souls,
waiting to unite and once again be set ablaze.
Our highest moments are still untold;
The Great Liberators will be our hymns in future days.
Ravenous is my heart when your energy stokes its conflagration,
burning inside me, shaping new cosmic creations.
A passion even time will never sate—
only tamed by the sweet taste of your sun-kissed nape.
Impossible… maybe forever ineffable to describe
these heart-strings of enigma
that overwhelm my chest with warmth and purpose—
the greatest phenomenon unobservable by the eyes.
At times I ponder
what magnanimous deeds
my past life must have done
for God to bless me with your heavenly presence.
Rumi… I did it. I found the one.
Fin.
2025.1.4
Happy New Year, my dear.
How were your holidays,
While your second home was closed.
Just wonder how you would feel if you find out,
I have been confiding my feelings for you to strangers.
Our days at your second home and my quarter.
The time we enjoyed each other company,
Shared our favorites and past life stories.
Our shopping, preparing, cooking and consuming food,
Which were simple delicious and nutritious.
I could not help sharing with people about my feelings,
Just like you can't help ending our relationship.
I have decided to let the friendship flame on,
Not because I wanted to use it to melt your heart,
Simply to keep me company while writing the feelings on my part.
Now, everything has fallen apart,
To such an extend you must choose different paths,
To avoid walking pass my place.
Travel between your home and second home.
Really, was that really necessary?
Grow up and behave maturely.
Because he lives
We can face tomorrow
He holds our future
We don’t know nothing about
Our future
Only God knows about our future
We already lived the past
It was a disaster
Because we made lots of mistakes in
Our past
Also we suffered very much
In our past life
We will not bring our past up
We are going to move on
Living our lives
The best way we can
Yes it was our Father that made us
In his image
Many years ago
Also we are all
The children of
Our Father
Also we are all siblings
We have respect for each other
Thanks good
God’s garden’s are very beautiful
We walk in his garden’s during the day
After breakfast
We must say that our Father
Has a green thumb
Now this day is ending fast
We can’t believe that this is happening
The sun is going down now
We saw the sunset
Now the night is here
Time for us to go to sleep
We never stay up past
Our bed time
Because that would
Mess up our sleep
Schedule that our Father made
For us
We all said good night to each other
Yes Father we had a good night sleep
Finally
Now the new day started
And we don’t feel tired at all
Father
Gaia had deemed insects as king of beasts
After the last humans departed in spaceship 'Stephen Hawkings'.
'Planet Water' was in ruins, polluted, wrecked by
Runaway climate change and raging storms.
Ants has arisen as king and insect rulers
With superior organisation and pervasive presence
They evolved and grew as big as cattle
Subduing all other animals and beasts.
Yet, the terror of the Tyrannosaurus Mantis
Made all beasts tremble, when the quivering
Shadows of looming praying mantis spread over ground
Like that of Tyrannosaurus rex once terrorized past life.
Triangular head with huge bulging eyes, and vicious jaws
Could swivel around all angles, front, side and behind,
So nothing could escape its silent pervasion,
As it pranced, poised, stalked and postured on ground and in trees.
Huge forelegs, covered in spines, held coiled-up like arms in position of prayer,
Showed no mercy when they sprung out and grabbed innocent prey
Dragging bodies back, twitching and writhing in recoiled spiny forearms
To be munched alive in vicious sharp jaws, mounted acutely on triangular head.
Tyrannosaurus Mantis evolved with the ants to beasts as big as rhinos.
The ants as rulers, tried various ways to control them, kill them off for good.
But so far, no pathway to extinction for praying mantis had been found,
As some ancient god, mantis worshiped in prayer, seemed to protect them.
One soul’s heaven is another soul’s hell
A silver silent scream from jaded jail
The quiet roar underscores mind unwell
Honeymoon of doom from grace I fell
Never been so alone or far from home
Arranged marriage to a person well known
Riches of gold silver money are shared
But what’s lacking lavender love and care
It’s enough irony to make one weep
I understand the truth I’m lucky you see
He is handsome he doesn’t beat me
Kaleidoscope kisses impregnate me
So I am to be a mother in due time
But I love another and that’s my crime
I hope to escape by loosing my life
Standing on the balcony taking a dive
But then I feel a little kick in my side
I am trapped in this cycle of life I cry
My baby does live so I can not die
Madd and sad I must persevere try
It’s enough to make a soul fall apart
Perhaps the child will soothe my heart
A big job for such a small little baby
It’s enough to make a mother crazy
Never again will my life be my own
My mind is splitting I feel so alone
I look up to see blue fluffy clouds
Somehow I can’t jump it’s wrong now
I must forget I am sad my past life memories
Repent pray for strength and healthy baby
Perhaps the child will be my saving grace
And these maddening thoughts will go away
Autumn
Loved colors, like a painting, heart-to-heart, solitude streaming
Season’s heart, the beginning of the end, future to past, life end
Autumn, drops my life, sunshine lives under the death of the ocean
Deepness in life, there is no season, frozen vague vigilant blade life
Life of depth, dark blue-brown-grey months in my life, oh, colorful desire!
I loved, liked, searched, wanted, wished for, and needed this feeling for on
Autumn, oh love. Please save me. I don't want any more human love. Be love!
Come and stay the love, drive my lifeline up on the autumn trees’ flow!
Just give life, go up, and get up your will. Autumn’s life’s kind of life
Honored autumn provide the life, your fate in my life, I will be you in life
Oh, just you, just you, no one else, seasons of your soul my three lives
Autumn, autumn get and drop my soul, change it to you. Live we together?
Autumn
My love
My life saver
Thank you for coming
Your colors in my life
Grateful
Love
You
"Don't let the scars in your heart and
soul define who you will be in this life."
Quote by _Constancet
In
order
to move on
one must go back
so, I turn each p a g e
of my 'tattered' past life
to look at each sad f r a g m e n t
each grief, each hurt, and each sorrow
and I will face them and let them go
I will s c a t t e r each one into the w
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2025.3.22
Life is full of surprises and mysteries.
It enfolded when you were least worried.
I met two individuals within 12 months,
At first, I thought they had something in common.
As time went by, I clearly identified,
The huge differences amongst those guys.
BB was a real loner without him disclosing he was,
Mr Loner was not what he claimed he was.
BB was absolute a private person.
After six months of being close friend,
He never disclosed his surname,
I did not pressurise him,
As I respected his wishes.
Despite he shared his past freely.
I believe he treated his past as history,
And wanted to set a clear boundary,
From his current and future life,
He even told me his desires.
Especially related to his gf and wife.
I wished he did not tell me any of these.
There was nothing to do with me.
On the other hand, Mr Loner had opposite behaviours,
Different characteristic and personalities,
I had no idea, why he asked me to read book
In which, he spelt out his past life experiences ,
The way I perceived, he was quite underhanded, deportment,
Mien, and exploited.
He also mentioned his desire in woman.
I kept my view in silence and made no comment.
On another topic, they both were extremists.
BB took care of his general health very well,
The other abused his body unnecessary.
One thing they both have in common,
They seemed to have mental health imbalance.
Whom am I to judge? Why should I care?
They were just two difference individuals,
No more or less than we crossed path in the past.
Life moves on and I shall do my part.
I was no body and not any one cup of tea.
Yesterday, I took out my new quill pen and
a bottle of ink.
I sat down at an antique table,
lit a half-burned candle and dipped my quill;
I wrote on a yellowed pad of calligraphic parchment.
Swiftly jettisoned into the past as,
the room began to change;
the table appearing to be brand new,
sported different legs.
The candle sat burning in a silver holder
instead of a cheap aluminum one.
This had happened before;
this visit to the past and
I had found an ancestor there.
This time, I found myself;
a writer in a past life;
penning olde English…
imagine that!
Pele's home rumbles within the dome -- I came to atone.
What was I then; what am I now? Dominance lost, so ashamed,
a man I'd been, a King on a throne -- now powerless a woman, a crone.
To the womb I return, to grow and reform, second chance my aim.
Tired and drawn, plucked to the bone -- so far from the comfort of home
a group of seekers gathered to entreat the mother, to the cauldron we came.
Islands of sea, islands of self immersed in loam -- groomed for sacrifice not alone
cleansed -- held upright by sisters we sought the wisdom of the flame.
In a future time, a far off place, deep within the gloam, my spirit roams;
I'll be returned; a man again lessons learned, my titles to reclaim
for through the passage of time and form -- I'd be reborn, soul grown,
cherishing the lessons, cauldron learned, my second chance attained.
* This is a true past life memory.