breeze
wait.
In a sacred moment
I tasted your presence
to the depths
of my soul
and all I ever knew
melted away
time stopped
and that moment lasted
for eternity
in your touch
you showed
what it means
to feel,
in your embrace
what it means
to belong
enwrapped in you
snow flakes
started to burn softly
and I forgot
where I ended
and you began
lost in the day
a thought of you
brushed by
like a gentle breeze
and butterflies
started fluttering
under my skin
in anticipation.
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art by Rimel Neffati http://www.rimelneffati.com/fr/accueil.html
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.
⛅️
sun kissed
cruising through cool breeze
a joy, a bubbling ecstasy
floats in the sky
pulling near
your soft, invisible ties
through gleaming beams of light
an ascension, a winged flight
with an essence dove-like
caught alive with every sunrise
timeless moments
lived in closed eyes
sacred shrine
cloaked in humility
from the spectrum of my thoughts
to lining of feelings
I lie at your altar
imbued in your Presence
the cool morning breeze
slowly unfolds secrets
what my heart cannot fathom
these tiny eyes cannot suffice
still the breeze
hums softly
over my ears
and I hear every atom
every particle in existence
each heart beating with the same vibration
I close my eyes
and see a universe whirling inside
wherever I travel – inside, outside
I find myself coming home
even when I think I am going away
I wake up to a union in separation
once I was sane and knowing
now with a heart swollen in gratitude
reduced to nothingness at your feet
little by little
I am remembering everything
wild child
amidst
acoustic breeze
and flying clouds
somewhere beside
this running brook
find me willfully lost
tuning a celestial verse
in blissful solitude
quiescent utopia
naïve heart
with the branches surrounding
the flowers smiling, and the breeze calling
the delicate, lovestruck soul
breathing in unknown rapture
and in harmony with the existence,
blossoms like never before
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 