photography
full circle
with each turn
opened a new universe
sweat, tears, hopes, dreams
all had their way
a birth and a death
in each experience
only love and learning
has remained
that journey now
has reached completion
and new horizons await
🍂
we all die
many times, in myriad ways
before the physical death
in the dissolution of a dream
in the passing of a loved one
at the hands of a lover
yet with each spring
life is renewed
in the same place
it collapsed
from the source
that is Eternal
I hear
the leaves dance
in the autumn wind
falling
weightlessly
as if
in a trance
gently reminding me
it is not death
that I should fear
but celebrate spring
that never fails
to keep its promise
clay
Light
has always been there
never beyond reach
flickering
at times flaming wild
defined spaces
clear boundaries
but to have a heart
that has bled much
loved much
it is in darkness
that the human in me
comes to life.
throbbing garden
intoxicating
you and me
a divine musk
as love
writes
upon each verse
time
slithers away
distilling into memories
ours
shall be a memoir –
a throbbing garden
bursting with colours
in full bloom
…..
An absolute pleasure to collaborate once again with one of my most favourite photographer and artist Mariko Evans whose stunning work never ceases to inspire and amaze me. Collection of her work can be found at : http://myworldonmute.com and Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/myworldonmute?ref=br_tf Thank you Mariko x
repose
words
can’t articulate
how you stir my soul
in quiet contemplation
…..
one with the breeze, my beautiful sister ❤
beatitude
dawn
breaks
in my world
when your lips part
in a smile
…..
in giggles, my beautiful sister ❤
Love?
Truer words were never spoken. Follow more of B’s soulful poetry and journey at http://justbpoetry.wordpress.com
People say I love to suffer, And…I suffer from Love, but is it greater to suffer from lost love or lack there of….and if love is lost, was it ever love, and is love lost? or is love just found? or profound? does it let you fly? or keep you on the ground? is it a silent sound that can be heard all around? or does it… fall on the deaf ears of those who fear to fully let go?
〢
‘.. you are free with me’
he said
I giggled –
knowing how I am
helplessly enslaved
by his mere touch
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 