thought
the calling
You are
with me
within me
every second
of every moment
Yet, I live the truth
of ‘You’ away from ‘I’
Yet I feel
this intense separation
from home
Like an unborn child
pulled away
from womb
Like the thirsty desert
that longs for rain,
an affliction
with no remedy for pain.
Sleepless at night
restless for days
Beloved, your memory
stirs me awake.
My trembling lips
heaped with sighs,
endless tears, in your name
are now running dry.
Without you, my essence,
how am I
to stay alive?
Calling out
my entire being
leaps,
gasping
for a breath ..
I miss you.
Take me home.
destiny
First, to seek love
Then, to be love.
This is our becoming.
…..
Photography by Sayaka Maruyama
suspended
aloft, on fluffed clouds
I breathe in freedom,
moments
drip pure light
feeding on music,
sipping poetry
no more longing
for drunkenness
that once
made me feel alive
distant home
may I never forget
the revered value
of each feeling sacred
leading me back
to where I belong
♪
how is it
that my every pore
every vein
strums
at the thought of you
just at the thought of you!
flickering flame
quiet
is the thought of you
slow burning
through the night
…..
photography by M : http://myworldonmuteblog.wordpress.com
infinite mystery
you are here
yet you are nowhere
a feeling, a thought
between shadows and light
my wings and flight
you are a fathomless stirring
a beautiful confinement
in quiet murmuring
a tune that effortlessly sways
beyond an artist’s mood
or paradox of fate
you are the presence
that is aware
untamed in my tireless gaze
somewhere
soft interlude
every thought of you
dawns like a blessing
lost in the chase
I often run into you
you brush me by
whispering love
breathing life
through my every pore
my cashmere paradise
intimate longing
far beyond the illusion
of what they appear to be
two transparent souls, unending flow
weaving intricately, losing willingly
singing silently, caressing wildly
just a petty thought it is
.. or can it really be?