White Crow

Exhaling meaning in puffy clouds,
my thoughts escape heavenward,
as sacraments.

After robust coffee,
a liquid breakfast continues,
I savor a dwindling pint.

Lounging in loose-fitting garments,
my limbs sprawl,
soft and draped in yumminess.

Eager, for hours of relaxation,
to lighten up my enlightenment;
my heavy mind drowns heartfelt.

Passions enflamed,
by the white purity of simplicity,
I smile.

Inclusive longings for everything
make me feels so fickle,
as tingling skin kisses the afternoon.

 

that one seems to say alot, like that aloneness thing might have to barrow that concept

 

sylvan, your words fill me with indescrible passion..you are amazing, truly talented

 

mmm, that's yummy.... hope you've tried the new beers they just legalized here! I highly recommend Chamay... those belgian monks sure can brew

 

the imagry expressed in your poetry is amazing...i loved every second of it...

 

Plankton

In these depths,
where neither surface waves
nor bottom sand
can be sensed,
one floats,
as a drop, unable to distinguish
anything but the vibration
of whale-song.

 

Awaiting, Pure dionysian breakfast & Co-creative love were my favorites. They've sent my mind into other dimensions, well delivered.

 

Thank you, I know I have not been pouring our the same quantity of new
material as of late... the dimensions are there to paint, yet I also tend
to wander in the horizons and will see what I can do about recording new visions.

 

Opening to all possibilities,
this environmental heart mixes.
We receive, to balance giving.

Shedding away,
husk flurry of leaves,
falling as brittle hairs.

Simple purification,
finding more in less,
as death-composting release.

Allow the seed of sensual feathers
to sprout from the emptiness,
in these changing seasonal vortices.

Renewal comes hither,
like really feeling
a lovers kiss.

What is to come
is always a surprise,
drop expectations and embrace.

 

Consciousness manifesting


The language of spirit is that suchness,
the limitless clear field of elixir,
which abiding in the silences
unifies with motionless being....
beyond the waves of action.

Yet, we return
to the beautiful swirling chaos
to live and love;
being that changing passion
of experience.

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such eloquence... this stanza hits home, the language of spirit, indeed...

 

Simply waking


Swirling silver mist rises,
from the mirrored lake,
in the cold tranquil air;
our breath coils like dragons.

All is stillness,
as dreams settle
into the breaking dawn.
The violet hue spills forth.

My healing daughter
basks in the comforters warmth,
as a hot cup of coffee
merges with my passionate blood.

So much potential,
on the event horizon,
and I wait for the shifting tides
to gather into a irresistible momentum.

 

Past Midnight


In ivy-drenched appreciation
she fell sky-ward,
offering her shroud of stillness
for a cascade of luna moth kisses.
I, for one, lapped inward
as trembling nuances
echoed magnetic.
Slammed mindless,
yet velvet free-flowing,
caressing like ripe bursting
of pomegranate dream rivers
onto my porous taste-buds.
Aching arching shifting,
comforter of fragments,
as a vulnerable opening
to undulating lake ripples.
Shuddering as release,
in tear stream rebirthings,
we rest snuggled
in cuddled snake-coils;
Moon swallowing Sun.

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Thank you fulmah, I always appriciate your feedback.

 

Were it that I could. But I am merely a sign that reads: "This Way"

(and yet, no direction is indicated)

 

we've got a wordsworth here.

 

Don't try to take care of what needs to find its own way

Why do you worry when the birds don't eat your blueberries?
See the bacteria being fed behind your intention.
Appreciate those who carry off in silence.
Me telling you that sparrows enjoy sunflower seeds & grains
denies you the chance of observing them directly.
Study me closely like a farmer expecting ... within a week.

When you look into Nature, Nature looks into you.
You see this bog with frogs and logs... don't devalue me.
Come to me with kneeling thirsty lapping from my clear springs.
Know that I will always love you... What do you need?
I am this cradling maternal shadow.
I feel invisible, for you always seek the obvious.

Don't expect tickling everyday in the ferns.
Find my gifts of fertile abundance in your blind spots.
Play with me... lets escape this concrete jungle for a minute.
What are you giving?
Do you really thank or listen to your fellow creatures?
I sense high isolation draped in bitter comfort.

An Oracle of self, not devolved to a comfortable price, may keep you busy.
Will hiding behind rouge and garters help?
How about accenting your skin with a dress of flowers?
Come golden child lets walk holding hands.
Red threaded one let me kiss your forehead.
Just having fun and its All Good.
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you are amazing...

 

Touched

Embracing you with pure light,
the strength of my desire
swirling like electricity about you.

Lingering, my lips just out of reach,
gazing into the deep blue fire
of your eyes.

Seeing your mouth slightly part
as you exhale me,
and wishing to connect...

like wet rose petals,
folds of softness
caressing each other.

Where there is love
you will find hope,
softly glowing, as its heart.

 

Man, that poem was great ("don't try to take care of what needs to find its own way"), i really liked those lines I quoted