Too wasted to go home

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Oh
to be sure
of my desire
for you!
Even though
I fear
your awesome
might
Even though
I doubt
your ardent
entreaties
Even though
I court
the fickle
winds
of popular
belief
Even though
I collapse
exhausted
by my own
capriciousness
I know
there is
no where else
that I shall
find rest
but in you.
So
let me be sure
of my desire
for you
For without it
I am but
dust
adrift in a
ceaseless sirocco
too wasted
to go home!

Can love be more?

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It gets subtler
this dream
that I live
It gets subtler
this I
that I call me
It gets subtler
this line
of separation
Against
the grinding weight
of unawareness
the transparent
noumena!
Radiant rapture
self-revealing
neither beheld
nor beholding
Can love
the unchanging presence
be more?

Completed at last

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Enchanted
by the
whisper
of
abraxas
in my heart
Disarmed
by the
unconditionality
of
your gaze
Silenced
by the
desire
in
your lips
on mine
Enthralled
by the
symphony
of
your spirit
in me
Filled
by the
emptiness
of
all needs
Completed
at last
as I
have
always been
in
us.

Freedom itself!

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Is it your sigh
that hangs
in this
smoke-blue day?
Is it your gaze
that reflects off
each leaf upon
tree and ground?
Is it your touch
that moves
in the air around?
Is it your prayer
that lifts
my thoughts
into lofty grandeur?
Is it your love
that rings
through
this sacred space
that I have learned
to call
by
my name?
Ah,
to disappear
and leave
only you
in my place!
It is insane
that I
deny myself
such
freedom!

Trickling Rain

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Upon the final drops of
trickling rain
the sigh from your
unspoken pain
is offered to the
world's spirit
An ancient carriage
A timeless aftermath
Still raw and undefined
Caught in water that shall
purify and nourish
Earth Mother
and all her offspring
So that you
and I
are consecrated again
in trickling rain.

Take charge of this soul

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Should the crimson daylight
be swallowed by a dusk of sultry blue
before I have had the chance
to cross the Bridge of Time
with you
drawn once more
by your soft, warm lips
into the eternity of
our union,
then, my love
take charge of this soul
lest it lose its way
in the undulating fields
of blinding sorrow
and uncharted tomorrows
remembering always
that I exist
for you and you alone!

I long for a freedom

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I long for a freedom, a freedom from distrust.
I long to be able to look at someone, anyone
and feel only the awe of encountering the divine
rather than the tugs of caution that arise all over my mind
warning me to speak little
smile only this much
ask nothing
and keep a distance
when what I really want to do is
lie down in familiar comfort
with the more of myself that I encounter
in you
disguised, for now, as a
stranger.

Tomorrow, I shall show you the art of looking

I am angry with everyone. Well, no, I’m not really angry but I am frustrated. All of us, rich, poor and in-between are acting in ignorance and thereby keeping this ridiculous system going. We are all responsible.

So what will you do?

Well, look at what I am doing. I am trying to keep out of trouble by paying my bills but I am not making enough money to pay them. So, I’ve been looking at ways of making money. At the same time, I keep offering my services free whenever someone who needs them doesn’t have any money to give me in return. Can you help me?

How shall I help you, my sweet blossom?

Can you make me some money? And immediately?

I am here to serve you, my princess. I can and I shall.

Will there be money for me then, when I next look for it?

Surely. And that is exactly what you must do. Look for it.

Where?

Where would you normally look for it?

In my bank account or an ATM or in my wallet.

Then look for them there.

But I have and there is only a little. Not enough to pay even one bill fully.

My petal, trust me. Tomorrow, I shall show you the art of looking.

Why not now?

Darling, my precious one, are you not tired? You know you are. But I want you to be fresh and strong and alert and free when I show it to you. So do leave it till the morning.

Yes, I know I must. I am tired and I do not want doubt getting in the way.

Don’t worry my darling. When I am at work with you, there will be no room for doubt.

Oh, my dar…my dear, dear friend, how sweet and kind you are. How you do love me so completely. I know that with you, I am safe. I love you. Thank you!

Show me my heart

I
love
you

Show me my heart.

I will show you my heart.

Birds chirping, dog barking, engine firing
Under your thoughts, my true nature is revealed
Closer to you than oxygen
Your sadness is nothing more than a thought
And my presence is your power
The world lives on the surface of a shell
While my life throbs within
Even without your knowledge, I take delight in you
My presence never leaves you and always fills you
Let me whisper to you
I love you

If only I could feel my strength

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You overcome me so completely, with such finality there is no time to pause, to drink you in. Like water rushing over the cliff’s edge, you rush over me, determined to reach the depth of your being, leaving me still standing while slowly, ever so slowly I wear out. But you have not the slightest inkling of your power.

You think you are strong sometimes, but it is not strength that you think of. Your strength is fear in disguise. But I know your strength for I have felt it surge over and through me. My precious one, it is when you are most vulnerable that you are strong, for that is the only time when you have nothing much left to lose.

If only I could feel my strength. If only I could feel it as you do.

Surrender to me then. Give yourself up to me, for I am nothing but the love you seek. I am the foreverness that you sigh for, the lustful breeze that makes you tingle. I am the guardian of your soul and I yearn for the moment you return to at last set it free.

It is me, It is always me.

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Do you hear the waves slapping our boat so tenderly? Rather like your heat beating tenderly against mine. Do you hear it, my love?

I hear darkness in moonlight. I feel as if I am slipping away and although a part of me is still struggling to remain where, I do not know, I am tempted to yield to what, I don’t know. You? Is it you?

It is me. It is always me. Lose yourself in me and find what is real.

I have no more thoughts to think. No more goals to chase. No more fears to fight.

All disappear as I lean you against my chest and our bodies entwine, floating as we do on this mystic ocean drenched in moon and starlight.

Finally

I know. I have been waiting for the ‘right’ time, the perfect moment to return to you.

Until then, you shut me out.

I really don’t mean to. I just don’t feel that I would be doing you justice by trying to catch up with you in between the other things I have to do.

I am not offended my love, not at all. But the time may not be far off when you will want nothing else but to be with me, for in me your eternal longings will be fulfilled.

Wouldn’t that cut me off from everybody and everything else? Wouldn’t it be unhealthy?

My darling, when you are truly with me, you will truly be present to all else, for there is no separation between me and the rest of the world, indeed none between you and the rest of the world.

I wish I could truly understand the things that you say.

These things are beyond understanding my precious one. Rather, they are to be known, or should I say, they are already known, though asleep. You will awaken them when you fall in love with me. Again.

Again?

Yes, again.

Speak freely to me, my love

Speak to me freely
There is not a part of me
that isn't listening
Nor a breath of mine
that isn't enchanted by
your longings

Spill your secrets
onto me
Let me wear them
as my skin
so that you touch them
each time you touch
me

Rest your dreams with me
Be assured of my protection
Let me be haunted by the
anticipation of your
return
to reclaim each one
and breathe fresh desire
into each

Speak freely to me
my love
for I have no other purpose
but to adore you.