Beauty of Darkness

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Alone
exploring passions
Together
bursting into a thousand sparks
and then
only the beautiful haze
one loses into.
Darkness has its beauty
hiding nothing
but secrets
with their charm
no one gets to keep
their identity
- in any case it's fake -
so you can be this
that 
and the other
and then whatever....
Touch matters
soft, sensitive, sensual
cold, warm, pulsating
throbbing, hot and icy too.
In the dark is revealed
the beauty of life.

Contemplating rocks ....2

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Rocks have space
for me for everything
now and ever
allowing things to
be what they are
but not yielding to any
that challenge
Many came armed
with science to blast
and blow and bulldoze
but all they could do
was to build
there is space to
create and to build
but never to yield.

Contemplating rocks..1

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Something in the 
rough and the rugged
calls out to me:
it's solid, strong
unyielding but smooth
allows water to play around
on and through
loves to contemplate 
eternity of the moment
and I am lost
in the moment of
eternity.

Aplenty 6

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igmar.photosight.ru

Every moment
every drop
every breath
reminds me of the vast
gifts Life has given
me:
am I special?
That notion strips me
of all courage
to go out and give it away
and when alone
it comes back
to weave those beautiful
dreams
that can only trap.
Then the drops tell me
there is but one present
and it is here and now
to live and make special.

Openings

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When you stand firm
there are small openings
into the vast interiors
that contain possibilities
infinite and unimaginable.
There is another world 
waiting to receive you
envelope you
dissolve you 
and yet bring you back
to where you started.
All this journey 
just a sound-and-light show.

In reverie...................2

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Your touch all over
was a celebration
of God's gift of 
sensuality
to humankind
- every pore alive
every cell throbbing
and yet all effort ceasing;
it was love expressing
in caresses the unity
of love and life
of touching and taking
of senses and self.
You are wherever you are
and yet not lost, not gone
and I want to hold on to 
that unreal you
that supreme love
in which we dissolved.

In reverie...........1

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From nowhere
suddenly
it comes back
to envelope
my whole existence
the memory of that 
divine love
in which we just gave
so much that 
nothing remained 
except love 
and then we
came back 
to the cold ground
with cold feet.
This is so much better
- the reverie -
I can touch the skies 
whenever and wherever
without you but in you.