flowers
understanding
each experience
that connects me
back to the Source
offers a glimpse
into my true self
l.
Haunted
by the memories
of an ancient love
I look for you
hidden
from everyone
with me, in my heart
I carry you.
destiny
First, to seek love
Then, to be love.
This is our becoming.
…..
Photography by Sayaka Maruyama
majesty
your
one whisper
one glance
and I melt again
into nothingness
…..
photography courtesy Arha : http://arha-blossom.com
path
words fall through me
and rituals pull me away
now that each step
I take towards you
is a prayer
spring arrives
dewy flowers blossom
gently nudged
by careless breeze
bursting joy
they seize moments
under the sun
and flutter
in the amorous play
of eternal fate
delighting
in a playful
possibility
silent revelation
in our dreaming
we find each other
in forgetfulness
we look for reasons
questioning what only eyes can see
doubting what is to be trusted
where do the tears disappear to
where does the laughter come from
that void where all sinks in,
emptiness that consumes
over and again
I stand here
still
looking out for you
your ineffable image, that echoing sound
distant rumble of your footsteps
still alive in my thoughts
taking a leap in remembrance
I surge towards you –
like a moon
seeking fullness
like an empty vase
longing for the freshness of flowers
amateur artwork
Dreaming Reality, clay sculpture
– self as conceived at dawn in a blessed dream –
…..
Sublime Ascension, acrylic on canvas
…..
Heart’s Palette, water colours on paper
– birthday card for a beloved soul in London with colours I wished his life to be flooded with –
…..
Blossoming Spirit, water colours on paper
– painting for a beautiful soul and friend in London who happens to love flowers –
…..
Whirling Ecstasy, water colours on paper
– painting for an artist and dear friend in New York who shares a love for whirling dervishes –
…..
Sufi Call, water colours on paper
– painting for a dear friend and sufi lover in India, a birthday gift –
…..
golden sunset
bliss
flowers have started to bloom
stay for a little longer
…..
photography by Peter Krogh
rubescent nostalgia
which dark waters am I treading,
with this hallowed crimson heart?
following the whispers in the scattered wind,
uttering prayer from my quivering lips
how will I speak of this enchanting tale,
whose splendour lies hidden in its roots?
of love unspoken, songs unheard and melody untouched
planting these silent kisses,
you play with my mind;
with your endearing invisible touch,
you comfort my most aching parts
your burning memory ignites a flame within,
and flowers begin to grow
from this forever bleeding wound
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 ∙ 