Fullness of time

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Everything fresh
turns stale
and all that stale
turns into
hidden wealth
of life-giving
tiny tickles
Everything that covers
turns pale
as colours fade
when comes the sun
shining
The fading patches tell
their story
to the shadows 
that steal up 
in the shining sun
In fullness of time
my flesh ripe and taut
will wither 
and you will then 
hear the whisper
that every curve 
softly left to caress
your soul.

End of Innocence ----2

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No doubt I looked
at a life of enjoyment
as a divine gift
There was softness
and sweetness
and care and
caresses
and then came
possessiveness,
envy followed.
Egos clashed
I stood aside
not wanting 
any of it -
pettiness, violence
petulance.
But in other times
and places
where love blossomed
the thorns of selfish
desires and devilish passion
sprang up soon enough.
Now I trust 
the life that flows
in my veins and
look at the ruins 
around.

Sheer Delight......2

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Breeze in my hair
breeze in the field
Hope in the glimmer
Spring in my step
Joy in my lungs
Song in my heart
music in my ears
and Light in the air
delight in my being
only delight
only.

Moving on...2

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It's a new dawn
making me wonder
what of me will
be born today.
I carry all of
my past
my body
my soul
but my eyes see
in this moment
the world anew
I see myself
seeing all
that seems
to be seen
and I see stillness
in me
and the moment
of life
is moving
all the time.

Vastness....1

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The blade of grass
wants to know
where I am and 
What I am.
The breeze speaks 
to me cajoling
to hold on
to the garments
that would protect
me from the elements
When that vastness 
envelopes me
I look at the blade of grass
bare, naked and joyous
in that moment
not clutching time
like I have been.
I fling myself 
to the vastness.

Rugged...

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I am in love
with the rugged
of life
Rough is not
only tough
but real
and raw;
Human trickery
hasn't touched 
it yet
nor the polish
of the foolish
smoothened it.
The rough lives 
with the elements
allowing them
to shape it,
turn it, twist it
and beat it.
It is one with the elements 
and has no pretences.
I am in love with
the rugged of life.

Abode.....3

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The rough-and-tumble
of life ceases
to mean much to me
as I merge with 
all of it in my
surroundings
not asking
nor grumbling 
about my lot
My eyes are now set
upon the vastness
that comes from
dropping all
shackles of shame
and barriers of banality
I have found
that abode beyond
all abodes