longing

touch

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aching
to be touched
by you

…..

art by Rudolf Bonvie – Dialog, 1977

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goodbye

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your vague goodbye
drifts by
like a feather
in the sky

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glowing embers

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Beloved
give me a sip
of your flaming wine
consume me in your Love
intoxicated in you
I have come alive

with every bead
kohl stains, tears stream
from these tiny eyes
dreaming to behold
your beautiful face
they long to see your Light

my heart has grown weary
of looking for love
bleeding, it crumbles
revealing the subtle Truth
that quietly rests inside

Beloved
give me another sip
of your flaming wine
show me the way
to the tavern
or let me be annihilated
here, on your sacred shrine

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flowering lament

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the boundaries have dissolved
and music ceaselessly plays

held captive by your gaze
I have become a moth to flame

with nothing left to say
I am melting in this moment
slowly fading in your haze

embrace me
in your arms

and let me escape

…..

inspired by one of the most moving compositions I have heard : Lament by Jacaszek

 

silent revelation

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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

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distant home

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may I never forget
the revered value
of each feeling sacred
leading me back
to where I belong

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∘∾∘

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ask from the dark clouds
or the flaming hearth
of endless nights spent
in waking eyes
that knew
neither rest
nor sleep

ask from the tears
that were too tired
to be wept
from the lips that bled
unutterable words
in sweet pain
of longing

all seeking
in unison
a window
a door
to reach you,
to enter
your perfumed garden
only to find
one full moon night
as if it were a dream
as if I needed to be pinched
in that fleeting moment
when I saw
you closing the window
me inside
with you
me inside
with the beauty unseen
with the timeless truth
giving me a dose
of intoxication
that will take
a few lifetimes to recover
that will take
more than
a few lifetimes
to recover