September 2011
6 posts
It's a cool night
of orange marshmallows in the sky,
of tickling pinpricks of drizzle, with the summer ground and few fallen rotting leaves
giving us the smells of coming Autumn— thick and sweet with dew
and distantly crisp.
It’s another thoughtful-feeling night
of really just feelings, of trying to find with inward eyes, that which ever eludes me.
A place for Atman or Him himself— a path of...
Love and Conversation
Those are ones whose beautiful talk
opens our minds
as we explore them with new perspectives,
who are just too displaced to maintain
such bonds made rarely,
to whom I could never give all the Love
that we’ve made.
They’re the friends both closest and stunted
and cut so short
just at the moments I can hear their minds.
They’re the truest loves
whose adoration I must yet...
while waiting for your message
you’re dancing wisps of vapor which I can’t touch
you’re only in my head
where your liquid hair feels like the breeze
from a butterfly’s wings,
you’re dreams that leave my memory at awakening
you’re a tumbling thought
that with patience is always filling in the spaces
where you should be.
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“The portal of the miraculous life opens when the senses blend into one and the...”
– Almine (via lucifelle)
