this nakedness we share, this aloneness, this longing to touch... is love... this is who we are and it is all encompassing…
infinitely intimate is this life, feeling deeply, passionately and sometimes not... no right or wrong way to live or love or die...
poems are love songs hidden and revealed, clothed in nakedness, where words form your lips and bathe your heart in waves of storm and calm, in tides of light and dark, in echoes of sound and silence that reverberate an earthly heavenly music that feels like a center less center, a beginning and end to the spiral that billows and recedes…
this breath, this heartbeat, this undeniable feeling of aliveness that cannot be separated from the sensorial rush of perception, all complete without edges
…no where to bleed, love bleeds into itself
…and the scarlet and orangy skies fade into purpling, and the darkness creeps so gradually, you can see in the darkest night, as your breath lingers on the last notes of moon songs drifting over the canyon walls, casting its reflection into another's eyes, another world beyond the horizon where dawn waits for your eyes, your heart, your body to rejoice to play to sing the day to dance this lover’s dance, whirling madly, going nowhere, the hush that saturates this that is without meaning or non meaning
…simply the joy of being, the joy of feeling deeply, and the bliss of not being separate from what life looks or feels like as all is life, yet there can be caring deeply… ahhhh… this very life this very breath this very heart beat, this very kiss…
the beauty of love is that it has no boundaries, no definition, and cannot be found or lost, and the desperate attempt to find it to capture it is it…
how beautiful this center less spinning, this delicate weave and unravelling of threads of diaphanous thought, of moonlight blushing into a garment of nakedness, and this ache to clothe others, to hold them and tell them that they are beautiful, that they are love
…but not the love they are used to thinking about, like lacking and then fulfilled, as all is full, all is bursting!
can’t you feel your heart singing as dawn slides through the window after a long moonless night, rain splashing away your night time dream, and the trailing tail lights meandering down the wet lonely highway looking for a moon you seemed to lose, long ago when you closed the curtains trying to hide from the searing light, the penetrating love, the indelible song that you are and can never escape…
love cannot be run away from, the running is love, the finding is love, the losing of love, ...is love
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