You and me,
Him, her, they, them,
Will one day die,
And if we choose the path
To self-actualize,
The path of 'right thinking',
We will be reborn in this life
Not once, but many times,
Over and over again,
And our bodies one day
Will cease to breathe,
To feel when we touch,
To hear when we listen,
To taste when we eat,
To anger when we need,
To love in the ways we know love,
And to smell the sweetness of the Earth
In all of it's wonder and beauty.
And when that happens,
I will know you by and through
The awareness I develop here
In this lifetime.
We will not touch,
Or hear the melodic sounds
We once heard of gentle whispers
That speak to the heart
And touch the soul.
We will no longer share the sight
Of 'purple mountains majesty',
Below blue skies that
Wrap the sun for us each morning
Like a gift fit for kings and queens.
But through my awareness I will know you,
And every dream ever dreamed will share
The meanings of that which the universe
Carefully charted from the beginning.
Human life, a small but necessary and intricate
Experience of preparation
To that of which we cannot or could never fathom
Through a mortal mind.
If we seek to live wisely,
...if.
..........
I never meant
to hide it from you,
this gift I have, this
innate ability
to 'bounce back',
and evolve.
I never considered that
you would think
the more civilized,
natural way,
of human expression
to be such a travesty.
I never considered
that you were that
weak to think of
me as weak, too,
and I am now thinking,
I should have considered.
6:37 PM 8/10/2013
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Rush not into the fires of passion,
Merely let them be, and embrace each moment.
Connect each glance and savor each breath,
Stretch every smile, even honor its death,
Embracing the fullness of each minute that passes,
Opening each cranny as it fits into life's passages,
Sharing the essence of what we're made of,
For passion is fleeting but this sharing is love....
2013 ©
Inspired by the beautiful words of CEVance
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/cevance/poem/963304
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i am sunrise,
a fog,
a lily pad
floating in
a pond--
--(no frog)--
i am an angel,
dressed in black velvet,
and I only allow the light on my face
when the moon
cannot be seen
at night,
to wimper among the rhythm of
slithering snakes in
the cool night sands,
i am macerated flesh of
a wild animal,
waiting
to dry out after the feasting of
hungry wolves,
i am a feild of daisies,
and you have severed my lifeline
to place me
on
your great-grandmother's hand made
doily for your
pleasure,
i am an onion,
bursting with pungent juices
to make the tears fall from
your eyes like a torrential
downpour
in the worst of droughts,
i am hell fire
to infinity
and
i am waiting for
more,
i am the gleam
of a child's
face on
christmas morning,
and the killer's
grin of
satisfaction,
and i am the untamed
ogre of
grief, the
grim rapist,
that entices
your anger,
a predator
lusting after your
greatest
fears,
i am the regurgitation of man's worst crime,
sin,
sorrow,
fear, hope,
and desire,
that wallow
like poison in the pit of his
belly,
and,
i feel,
things,
too.
11:58 PM 7/7/2013 ©
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Underneath a glass dome,
Immune from outside forces,
Abundant growth, petals soft,
Glistening array of gentle endowment,
Thriving in a myriad of opulence,
A torus exudes timeless ardor and stride,
And the integrity of wholeness
Is autonomously and freely fullfilled.
12:06 AM 5/27/2013 ©
the road to
self-fullfillment
is paved with
the thorns
that prick
the most tender
places in the
heart.
our yearning to
fill what it is
that we cannot
see is already
there, can
show to us,
a ghastly reflection
of who we are
in ways that
compel us to
project our
darkest side
onto others
in an attempt
to run from
our personal
power.
and all the while,
we smother the
quiet voice
that tells us
the things we
fear...
...that we are
human beings,
unique, and
individual...
...that the doors
to opportunity
for both denial
and a chance
for love are
always open...
...and that the
only real war
that matters
is the one we
choose to partake
in with ourselves...
...and that it is
through embracing
our very flaws,
and human frailties
that we arrive
at being what is
referred to as
'whole and
authentic' loving,
sentient beings.
6:35 PM 5/10/2013 ©