yearning

the calling

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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.

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touch

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aching
to be touched
by you

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art by Rudolf Bonvie – Dialog, 1977

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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

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I see you
though you are not here
in the warm eye of the sun
in the golden sparkle of galaxies

I feel you
though you are not with me
like the taste
of an ancient love
on my lips

I have known you
like the ocean
knows the water
and desert knows the sand

my love, its more
than a vague remembrance
a raw craving
a humble yearning

I am there
even when I am not
you are here
even when you are not

don’t you feel
sometimes
a thousand sighs of me
breathing through you?

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naked truth

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what a strange beauty there is
in learning from the opposites

I love freely
because I know how it feels
not to be loved

I appreciate little things
whole heartedly
because I know how it is
to be taken for granted

I try hard to understand
because I know how it feels
to be misunderstood

I am and I am not
yet I persist

I often smile at the sun
I seek light
because I have seen
the darkest of nights

I know what freedom is
because I had been tied down
for too long to a place
I didn’t belong

I long for my home
because I know how agonizing
that separation is

covered in thorns
I delight in soothing
someone’s pain
having drowned in tears
I delight in a smile on a face

yes, you can call me insane
because I know there is nothing
no nothing in staying sane

I know yet I remain a fool
hiding behind words
look how I spill
my heart out

how amazing it is, I wonder
to have learnt from contradictions

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photography by Nassima Rothacker : http://www.nassimarothacker.com

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