guarded

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Guarded I was
in opening myself up
The painful past
I left behind
Immersed I was
in giving out
little realizing that
in giving out
was hidden
giving in to the
world of favours and fights
of patronage and prize
and I thought
how guarded I was.

Foam and fury...

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There is no shore
free from turbulence
there is no depth
free from treasured trash
and I thought of
solitude
not escapade
but the sea didn't like
the idea
and unleashed soft fury
of the foaming waves on me
It's so much more lethal
to face one's own fury
deep inside
of dreams unfulfilled
love unspoken
pain untouched.

Temptations

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So I am the temptation?
And you are just the ordinary beast!
There is beyond seduction a sensuality
that touches the core
and puts you in the orbit
of feeling the unfelt and seeing the hidden
hearing the unsaid and saying the unthought
Drop your inhibitions and
bring your soul to me,
not your body.

Joy - 3

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IT is alright
not to know what's happening
to you deep inside
not to be able to decide
what one wants to do
not to be able to say what
one is going through
Joy is to live down all of it
and live beyond all of it.

Joy -2

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Cobwebs of the past cleared
old treasures revealed themselves
beauty that lay imprisoned
jumped up on its feet throwing
off shackles of centuries
and even the smallest creatures sat up
from their slumber
and it was just that moment
when we touched the heavens.

Joy beyond pleasure

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Joy leapt up from nowhere

no prompting
no pretext
no occasion.
There was light
and a light breeze
Grass blades nodded consent
Flowers perked up
and there was joy all around
beyond measure
beyond pleasure
simply to exist in that moment
was bliss
I was taking in all that moved
in the cosmos.

Yaga 9 - Now it's time

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Now it's time
to cross the bridges
and not hold those distances
close to heart
it's time to discover
the freedom to
move back and forth
to cross when one wants
and to stay put if one wants
and to let
things flow
thoughts float
ideas fly
dreams flower
eyes flutter
Yes, it's time
for all that is
was and would be.

Yaga 8 - gratitude

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I have to thank you
dear waves
for you care not
of longings
as you revel in existence
you are of the ocean
but you are of the breeze too
and what would you be
if not for me who recognises you
and adores you?
You are with me
within me
without me
and I have now
owned up
all those in me.
So love you.

Yaga 7 - Emerging

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Here I emerge
afresh anew
having left aside
and behind
and beneath
to let things
wash ashore
There is this
pure clean air
filling every pore
of mine
and the clouds
are beckoning me
to shower all goodness
that springs within.
My being -
laden with joy
wanting to burst forth.
 

Yaga 6 - opening myself

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Finally - no, no -
there is no finality
that brings closure
to this living
there is no search
that ends in discovery
I am seeing
the seen over and over
again
and I am open
to seeing the new in the old
and the old in the new.
Like this water
that flows,
the water of life.

Yaga 5 - entering the waters

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And finally
I stepped off the banks
of comfort and into
the waters of turbulence
and knowing not
what awaited me
and if I would return safe
to the shore.
Waters beckon me
and waves tickle me
and they all speak to
me the language
of seeking oneself
That's all that matters
now as I soak in
the waves and bubbles and
reflections and murmurs.

yaga 4 - an ocean of thoughts

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As I opened
my eyes and my self
to the world,
thoughts came in waves
and the mind was an ocean
unfathomable, one thing pushing
another amid cacophony
and I thought it helped no one
to run away , least of all me.
I kept looking
and looking at
all that the ocean was there and
here.

Yaga3 - no one pushed...

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No one pushed me into it..
yet there it arose
as I stopped and watched
withdrew and stayed
in myself,
time hung and space
stood still
and it was timeless
as I lost all sense of
the other out there.
The rocks meditated with me
and spoke in silence.

yaga2 - Know something?

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Well I didn't mean to share
this with any one....
I just discovered something...
that I actually like being
with myself,
touching softly
my smoothness
and feeling the coldness
of life
- so calming
- so balming
and yet so full of
sensuality.
Know something?
I like everything when I
like being myself.

Yaga1- Texture of things

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Sands of time
don't hold any secrets
except that
things fade into
oblivion,
but their texture doesn't.
I have made home
in the sands of existence
only to feel
things of texture.
The rest is unreal.