Shuddering, I flow into me

It besets me incredibly, how easy it is to turn away; to sit in silence and shut the noise around me out. The same system one uses to meditate - a humbling act, bringing growth with the destruction of noise of the symptoms bellowed by the masses.

Hollowing out my essence and replenishing the old with the new, seeking new growth, to step to new heights, the thirst is awakened. A tragic emancipation, fastidiously manufactured by a new set of jaded past. It overwhelms me with a new Peace.

I Judge me and my surroundings with a new found love. A quiet inhabitant I never knew existed (or at least forgotten) takes me over. I live with moments only known to me. At last I am comfortable and broken in.

No Shadows

No shadows, just snippets of peaceful dwellings.
I seek to seek naught
Serving as best i can and letting gravity take over.
I sense no struggle - simple acceptance

There is "Nothing" to Get
Always be there, this place i live in.

Enjoy, "what is"
Sublime

My stupidity

Round 2....

Fable of the world inside out

Confused...

An initial subject, disdain i long to sleep.
Overwhelmed i stand in wait, crouched with heavens help.
She hugs the rope, in yearn smiling callously.

Silly, outside the weather shifts in mood,
Fee rays, keeps me in.
Circles the mold liken Walden's pond.

To free grins, an orange hem; i jut humbly

Hidden, i struggle - shocked
Manage this reality jaded, inconspicuous
Better than before

A shade, i miss the chalice.

Me-more-ye

Confused and overwhelm, i shallow my memory.
It's that time of the year, i hold sacred.
I sit and fall backward, ledge over feet.
Smashing my breath.

Correct me, vanish and quaint
Limp...

Bifurcation

Vanity?

"If you would perfect your body, guard your mind." ~ James Allen

In such notions of self beauty, a woman's mind i cannot fathom - surreal escapist leisure?
Yet it affects her in profound measures; is it real - the fear or the chemical truth?
Probably it makes not a sense - but of a need to self-appreciate?
Replicate herself in perfection in the eyes - of flawed visions?

Clever she is, as i do not understand the masking and gripe of physical beauty.
Neither will i joust and be beheaded for my intrusion into the feminist agenda.

Bifurcation of my Mind and my Body.
Each a Whole and Part of the same fellow.

We are nothing more or less than Holons.

"Break away from the tyranny of custom, tradition, conventionality, and the opinions of others, until you succeed in walking lonely and erect against men." ~ James Allen

Wild is the Wind

A comfortable weekend, like nothing changed. I seek nothing as you seek my nothingness. A shadowed memory never erased, simply adieu. No darken cloud, but a gentle breeze leaving the scene. Uncanny connections, longing springs derelict emotions. No amends, just a bend.

I stand bored swallowing clouds, as i watch your wind dancing around figments of lustful ventures. Patiently waiting, unperturbed i seek new ground, testing new waters & watching sharks. Essence of overcoming, completion to my journey and stage. A new breath takes hold, my soul breathes - providence.

I walk away, calm - collected. But i stop dead in my tracks, my sprint to my oblivion halted, by a tug. A cool breeze slips by, quizzical. My adoration for the profound astonishment admonished. The wind plays with me.

Growing in strength she sweeps me forth & shows me - Sky. For it is not above me, but between us. The wind kisses my cheek, embracing & engulfing softly. As it fades into me.

Wild is the Wind
Love Begins

Sleep

Free form...

Garbled incision,she penetrates all and fades into me.

As I watch her sleep, i wonder....
If i'll sleep just as easy and soundly, in my antiquity.

Release me my dreams.
Hone a new sandman and blow stardust.


A love.
My whisper.
Goodnight.