The Shape .....2

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There is a sense
of beauty
but it's not 
beauty
in the painted
Wallflowers
There is art 
and there 
is living
To breathe 
life into
art
I need to discover
beauty
inside me
in every cell
every spot of flesh
every curve
of my limbs 
and every thought
every sensation
every act of mine
and I wait
patiently
for the divine.

The shape

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There is a shape
to things
even in their
shapelessness
in the turns
and twists
in the disorderly
growth
and there 
is shapelessness
in my shapely
body
when my mind 
is elsewhere
trying to escape
the tyranny of
order and custom
and obligations
and I yearn 
to find my 
shapelessness.

No Push over

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Pushed to the wall
Stripped of cover
I am no push over.
Tired, I will gather
my wits
my breath
and move
out of the four walls
of your stupid beliefs
of what I can
and cannot do
of who I am
and am not.
I fling all
those figments
of your imagination
out the window
and will make 
my path
surely.

Confront.....3

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All your pretences
come and fall
at my feet here:
your religions
your power plays
your mighty arms
and machines
your arts and
sciences
your strength and
your vulnerability
all ultimately find
salvation
when you surrender
your small little ego
at the altar of
all creation.
Mighty are your myths
simply as
silly are your sinews.

Moving on....3

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Hesitation
there is 
to move
leaving behind
familiar fields
looking into
dusky future
and there is 
hope of
meeting my soul
strumming at chords
of soulful music
and singing
those tunes
that travel far
into the night
and pluck the stars

Opening up ....2

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I open up
after years
to dump
all the junk
I collected 
believing it 
to be gold.
It is good
to be emptying
and it is great
to be empty
of all pretence
to feel light
to take in light
and to be a light
unto oneself.

Faith.....3

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Tree of life
stands tall
roots exposed
yet in place
Washed ashore
to dry safety
I will seek
out the springs
that course
through veins
in my earth
for I am 
the fruit
the root
the leaf 
and the life
 of this great Tree.

Faith......2

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Down on the knees
but not out on a limb
and certainly
not out of my depth
I know there is
light 
in my eyes
as in the skies
and fire that
burns softly
just as the soft sand 
of shore
and 
that's my strength
to bank on.

Faith......1

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In times
things go shelter-skelter
as they would;
storms throw 
you up and
waves toss you
about,
No place
to call your own,
life reduced
to lifeless heap,
holding together
a daily struggle,
No shore in sight,
then you look up
to the sky,
it is there
to keep your faith
and then you hit
the sand
and 
breathe....
...simply.

Opening up...1

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To be open 

is to receive

with joy

to take 

what you want

to let it flow

in your veins

and make it

your own

and be grateful

to be blessed

with the gift 

of turning 

everything into

life

Symphony

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Life may be a symphony
but it is there
also in a single note.
Life is a sculpture
but it rises
also in a single gesture
Life is a stream
but is flows
also in a single drop
Life is this world
but it sings
also from your
heart to mine
Life is a beauty 
of the whole
but it is there
also in the soft curve
of the thigh.

Vastmess....2

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Sandy softness
and Sunny warmth
- I am aroused
by the passion 
to be limitless
vast
infinite
taking all my flesh
to the spirit of the sky
beyond clouds
into the cosmic void
-
with you
or all
by myself?

Beauty of flowering.......6

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Beauty takes you;
when it does
go with it
into a trance
that transports
you into 
the realm beyond
in which
thoughts have no place
and everything
is only being
pure, unsullied!

Beauty of flowering......5

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Beauty talks?
yes, it does
but in whispers
and its words waft away
leaving behind
only fragrance
that you can't catch
Let it fill your heart 
and let it talk
with simply its throbs.

Beauty of flowering......4

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Hold yourself back
no more
for you are of this world
truly beautiful
and this world is yours
truly inviting
- it turns everything
dry into throbbing life
with magic of beauty
So throb and bounce.

Beauty of flowering......3

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Owning something...
such a pointless idea!
Do you own your soul?
You are the flowering 
of the truth of life
and you are its fragrance
All you have is
to let it be
and be with it......
without beginning
and without end...

Beauty of flowering....2

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Hold it, but...
lightly to let
it breathe
its own life;
get drawn to it
if you will
but draw it not
to your self
become one with it
and together
breathe life!

Beauty of flowering...1

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It is inside
waiting to bloom
just let it be
and it will come
softly
undetected
....
it is for you to watch
and take it in!

Fullness of time.....2

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Times there are
resting after struggle
resting after fulfilment
and resting after nothingness
Times there are 
soothing after sunshine
softness after scorching
smoothing after crumple
I am now 
not resting
after the soothing greens
and the soft satins
I am simply
going in
to where my
essence
comes from.
It's fullness
of time.