Accordance - 2

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How do I reach 
my tiniest being
how do I touch
the vastness around
It is not for me
it is the ocean
that listens to 
every drop of water
it is the wind caressing
my hair that sweeps
the four corners of the globe
It is for me to be
with the ocean
and the sky
and the winds
and then to 
merge with them
and let them
emerge in me.

Accordance - 1

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Life is not simply

accepting what is:

waves roll and lash

winds blow and fall

birds chirp and peck

It is to accept and be

then tunes play up

spirits sprint forth

touch sparkles

and life is shining

in your palms.

Life is accepting,

respecting and flowing

in rhythm.

Moving on

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Yesterday is already sepia
I don't look back
what's gone is gone
My eyes look ahead
and far and above
I am all set to move
on from all the deadwood
There is a spring in my step
and there is spring everywhere
and they await me 
just as I can't wait to 
get there.

Rare Delight

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Rare to see

flowers bloom

when heavens shower

I feel like opening too

to receive nature's bounty

Rains cool pent up heat

in the air

drench me with delight

and make me shed

guilt and shame

for possessing

the beautiful gift

of a sensuous body

that breathes life into

a pure soul

that rejoices in living

just as it delights

in giving.

Confront...2

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Drenched in
my new found freedom
I turn to look
sideways at life
- years rolled by
in flogging myself
with the whip of
winning affections
- times spent away
in kneeling down
before the altar
of revealed truth
- mirrors disowned
for they spoke of 
a certain beauty
that spread across
my fulsome body.
And now
I befriend the cleansing
waters
the glistening mirrors
and my own skin
throbbing in delight.

On My soul

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Upon my shoulders
the invisible cross
I carry
of living full
living true
and soulful
and be willing
to pay the price
of isolation
of exile
of coldness
for moving
on paths
uncharted
that beckon me
to be one
with the glow
of the morning sun
with the scent
of an early spring
with the chant
of the chirping bird.