light

towards light

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carrying the eternal flame
I leap forward
into experience
across infinite possibility

with liquid consciousness
as my guide
gambling everything
on the way
I run ablaze

each alive moment
bearing witness
to my immortal essence

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Lightheaded by Mike Dacko, one of the most inspirational pieces I’ve come across

inflamed existence

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lightning
what makes you so bright?
how long have you been burning?

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~*~

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winged freedom
nudging gently;
white nakedness
floating midair
quietly fading
in pure light

wild sandalwood burns
scattering freely
diffused thoughts
coming together
flowing apart
slow dancing
to eternal music

leave me here
unto myself
forever adrift
in holy suspension

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love beckons

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your dusky glow brings me near
your persistent lingering, even closer
ever since I have found this bliss
ever since I have known you
I haven’t gone back
I only made appearances

in what I hold most sacred
my heart, my flesh
my soul, my worth
you are everywhere I see

don’t acccuse me of loving you so –
how am I to exist
when all I feed on is your light
how am I to breathe
when its your breath that fills my air

don’t let me yearn
for just a brush of you
let me dissolve in you and die
make me that part of you
that can never be separated .. ever again

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art by A. Andrew Gonzalez

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ambrosial nectar

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blessed are the moments when I am closer to you,
one with your song, neither you nor I remain

imbued in your fragrance, I leap forward to lose myself
to quench this unknown yet familiar thirst,
oh may it consume every little bit of me.

divine is that moment when your eternal peace sinks in
giving me sparkle wings and pouring down my soul,
it liberates me from this body
in no time I soar to heights beyond any wildest imagination

you ask why I await these moments with such eagerness
my dearest, who doesn’t want to feel alive
when they have been face to face with death at such a tender age
who doesn’t want to get a taste of what it feels like
to burn in the memory of their Beloved?
and isn’t the grass greener where it rains

love-crazed is my state, when this soul cries out to you
drenched in sweet-surrender,
and tending to an inner bud aspiring for a full bloom,
it desires nothing .. but the light of your sheer Presence