| Night butterfly in a half-lit room searching for source of an enlightenment, entangled in sheets, revealed sudden wings - black on white, an insatiable will to set on fire Universe with this shift of power, - the witch craft? the star demon, who devours people? - she camouflages in black butterfly to stay incognito... in harmony with a steady unceasing cicadas choir, replaced daytime noise, - feel paradox of sparkling life! | |||
| Mid fall dress, puzzled faces, way up hill almost done. Timing quest, walked the traces life embossed in my plan. Pulled the hood, squeezed the temples, focused thoughts evening cold. Life unfolds- way up simple- if you serve soul call. | ||
| a little tragedy of falling drop, not mentioning to die, but just to get to point to reach the floor, to cover... the dry with wet, the thirst with water,- the weightless worth of sacrifice despite the gravity of core, when ego - oneness with a soul... unceasing willingness to sate, fulfill, to be absorbed with no will, to be continued in the loop of nature... | |||
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soaking tea bag in the cup of hot water, imagine us catching the scented star, stirring inside with lemon-moon 'what if', honeying the sour source, longing to soar, finding a zest in every wee second, pulling the cover of cozy escape, witnessed a surreal scenery beckoned, - vanished in no time riding the wave... | |||
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Under the spell of gray sky, falling leaves're rustling... the gossips of summer wrap me with cloak of bombing petards, somewhere inside me crying secretly nestling... fragile, touched by fall withering, splitting apart... Low swollen heavens send nimble spy-drops to track me... rapidly forward, mentally weighting the beats I find the solace: the voices are fading, leaves are returning to fall storybook for retreat... | |||
The day has come
to shake those
pesky clouds
to pull the silver lining
to discover
the purity of novel sky,
vulnerability and depth
of first confession
of true love,
forever touched
the heart, forgotten
to flutter, as if
a newborn butterfly...
an aspiration
all of a sudden,
the alter voice
is breaking up...
the rendezvous lasts
in the silence...of
circulating vibes...
the new dawn spark
enchants my soul
as I push through
the solitude
with a song of lark:
the heart gets arid
and shrinks at all
if doesn't answer
kinder call
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| Climbing blue hills... more stories revealed with hide and seek secrecy moving, appealed to children inside us, who like to explore all different characters vibrant galore, but we've been trained to quash and avoid the true little voice, dissolved in the void... The frisky sunbeam touches the sky, we recognize the face in disguise... Forgive for forgetting the truth who we are, being not us, not reaching for stars... Forgiveness prayer we're chanting today - the ritual of burning our past self decay. Even knowing the water'll absorb the all that not scorched - with ebbs and flows, we sporadically, but become better us not only knowing, but fulfilling divine commands. | |||
| "People don't live, they store,- she said,- this noise - upsetting... They move from room to room - gigantic steps are killers - transposing furniture from corner to the center with squeals, swear words. How can I help them? - thought I could... - by living peacefully my life... I love my world",- she smiles... | |||
| a desert of crunching sand grains on the teeth, mixed with time lost gray days mist, newborn cells death in the solitude self, one long cry of million rains teardrops, filled one big melting pot, overflowed by hopes, dropped in the black hole of unknown worlds, a burnt bowl of unused flames, and reveries of minstrels, playing flute on the avenue of crossing days and nights, healing lights, moved lost souls to find the way to fulfill fate, the life purpose. | ||
