Dying Passion

Drifting slowly away, gradually, slightly, even without discomfort. What is this incidious thief who takes all that used to be so wonderful? Little by little and piece by piece the magic disappears as if pulled gently apart until the tiny parts fade away into darkness unnoticed.

Passion's dying; ripped from the heavens; cast from the brilliance of stars. Falling alone and afraid. Slipping down through dirty cotton clouds posing as substance but offering none. Falling farther and farther away from its highest heights. Screaming in anguish then crashing upon dark wet rocks. Searing pain gives way to lifelessness.

Sharp gasp; hand clenching my breast steadying my heart; holding, seeking, hoping. Feeling the lonely drumming against the place that was once so full. Breath slowly escapes in a long thin wisp of a sigh. Is it too late? Is it gone?

There is such emptiness, but there is no pain in emptiness.

Sorrow creeps forward only in thought.

Using Time

Alone

Always Alone

Drifting

Using Time

Exploring

Dark Recesses

Lost

Without You

Buddha's got her back for me...

Several weeks ago I wondered and posted...

Can thoughts alone right the world?

Our thoughts are endless and create all reality but oh how wonderful and frightening this really can be. We must think openly with boundless freedom. We must think great things but dwell always on Goodness and Grace. We need to learn to cease negative thoughts and overlook the bad we might see in others. But also be careful and alert, and avoid toxic negative people.

Messages come to us in all manner and form if we simply open our eyes and heart. Yesterday, I saw this on the back of the T-shirt of a woman sitting in front of me...

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

The mind is everything.

What we think we become."

- Buddha

Righting ourselves in right thinking are the footsteps towards righting the world...

It's not what it seems

It's not what it seems
but the hurt you feel is real
It's not what it seems
but you left suddenly sad and angry

It's not what it seems
but you hide and cover your heart
It's not what it seems
but you feel hurt and mistrust

It's not what it seems
but you remember how you hate this feeling
It's not what it seems
but you begin to wound and bleed in pain

It's not what it seems
but you begin to close your heart again

Oh how I wish that everything I do will keep you strong and never hurt you. I want always to make you free, free to feel, free to explore, free to learn, free to grow, free to know love. I want always to be your sanctuary, your refuge, the strong fertile earth beneath your steps.

Feel safe and confident and take me with you to all your special places. Take me to the tip of the tallest treetops and there tell me you love me as we look out as far as we can see. Take me to the foot of the oldest living trees and there pray with them for our happiness together. Oh how their love for the moon and stars has grown over thousands of years. The romance of every night sky nurtures their souls making time standstill for all eternity as they live forever.

Lie with me in a bed of wildflowers and let us look at the heavens and feel the millions of sparkling diamonds against the black vastness of space. Take me in all the colors of splendor up to other worlds and let us make glisten the stars of their heavens as we smile softly looking into deep loving eyes mirrors of peace, calm, confidence, connection and contentedness. Millions of possibilities welling up inside us will always pour forth new experiences, new thoughts, new feelings, new understandings, fresh and vibrantly alive...

It's not what it seems
I am yours forever

Lovers Hour

I am the dragonfly that lights upon the moist flower
I am the smell of the forest mist morning shower
I am the sweet raindrop wet upon your lips
I am the rough lapping of the kitten's kiss

I am the gentle breeze swirling and lifting your clothes
I am the blood red petals fallen from a rose
I am the gasp of passion's sigh and memory's scent of musk
I am the song of the whip-poor-will from somewhere in the dusk

I am the moonbeam that lights your lover's path
I am the water warm and slippery in your evening bath
I am the feeling of your skin tingling swollen and taut
I am the tension and exciting rush of thought

I am the smile you feel from your lover's gaze
I am the gasp then racing heart from what your lover's says
I am the pull of hair gathered tight in your lover's grip
I am the firm bending kiss upon your wanting lips

I am the leather you feel binding 'round your wrist
I am the quiet trust you feel with each lover's twist
I am the stretched muscles in your shoulders; arms held fast behind
I am the glistening beads of sweat now dripping down your spine

I am the dragonfly that lights upon the moist flower
I am the timelessness of your lover's hour

Fleeting Moments

Flame flickers fragile against even the slightest breeze
Light glows sensual and warm but wobbles and waivers

Suddenly extinguished

A wisp of white smoke disappears into darkness

Wisps of fog and mist drift upon the surface of a lake
Looking out. Looking back. Reflecting.
Translucent veil of meaning insulating me but I wait
Now afraid of the clearing breeze which will reveal
the looming shape of Truth on the distant shore

We felt each other
We felt comfort
We felt peace
We felt safe
We felt grounded
We felt accepted
We felt cared for
We felt mercy
We felt grace
We felt kindness
We felt giving
We felt receiving
We felt alive

We stopped feeling
We began to think

All that was rich, thick and real
Instantly turned into wisps of mist and vanished
on the slight breeze

We felt sadness
We felt fragile
We felt flat razor thin
We felt empty
We felt alone

Oh precious fleeting moment
May you pass my way again and in my promise
I will be still and cherish your fragile flame

Revealing new meaning

Another fun wordle from my recent posts revealing new meaning:

Need Simple Living

Great Body

Thought Clouds

Give Love Now

Learn Everything

Pass Others Hope

Need Nothing

See Beauty

Create Beyond Life

World Friendship