Calmness...

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Things can never
be all smooth,
but I can be calm.
There won't always
be light around,
but I can be awake.
Gusts may try to
sweep me off
but I can hold on.
I may come across
frowns and gruff
but I can still smile.
You may not keep
your promises
but I can wait
and move on.
I may not be all
wise but still
I can listen
to the wisdom
of my body.

Whispers....

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There floats
about me
around me
a softness that whispers
to me.
No secrets there,
but intimate
feelings uttered
fleetingly.
I take those in
roll them over
and then sometimes
can make sense.
I am reassured
of the truth
of holding on
quietly
to my choices
and my beliefs.
I am not 
a sacrifical goat
at some altar.
My body is not
an object of art.
It is the living temple
of the eternal flame
of love and creation
never to be
extinguished.

Emerging...

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Water accepts
making way for me
as I bathe.
Water accepts 
all that comes off
the skin and the land.
Water accepts
all that rain gods
pour without reserve.
Water cleanses
making itself
into an ocean.
As I emerge from
purification
the truth of life
is emerging....

Standing tall

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Standing tall
doesn't come
naturally to me
nor does 
belittling anyone.
I stretch myself
and feel good
about it.
I march through
and feel upbeat.
I hold my space
and feel anchored.
I am in your face
and feel vindicated.
I am here and there
and feel everywhere.
Standing tall
I look straight
into you and in 
that I get the 
sense of being tall.

Canvas

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Gazing into
the future
I expect
it will reveal
itself
to me -
that something
which keeps
jingling
beckoning
and vanishing.
I haven't chased it
not yet
but I know
it's just 
near 
very near my heart.
I am not cracking 
a mystery
for it is not one.
It's just the sense
of the mysterious
behind the curtains
and still your very own
- the whole canvas of life.

Signs of beauty

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I live in every line
every pore
and every curve
living in
of 
and by my body.
I feel the beauty
in every inch of it
I smell it
touch it
and also taste it
not merely see it.
I hear its 
rhythm in
every breath.
The truth of
my living 
is in taking
all of that 
beauty inside.

Just me...

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The Sun and the sand
The Breeze and the sea
Just me with
all longings and no
belongings
With all tenderness
in my heart and limbs
and no fire of passion
and fury of possession.
Facing with
simplicity and lightness.
Nothing can join
me except 
by being itself
in self and of self.

Readiness...

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I have been readying
for a life
of quiet dignity
Of sustainment
of meaning.
I am not rushing
nor gushing.
Neither pushy
nor cushy.
There are parts I play
and once over
I return to
my naked self.
I wait in readiness
but without 
expectation
for the flow
of simple joy
of being
in a meaningful
relationship
with the world.

In Love with Life....8

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Everything smooth and shining
Life built brick by brick
- I hadn't bargained for all this,
coming from the 
rough-and-tumble of
daily struggle
and hopelessness 
of circumstances.
But Life taught me
to love being alive
and not curse it.
Not small joys
and joys in small things, 
but I cherished that 
I was alive and fighting
and that was enough
to keep me going.
Here I am
savouring every moment
now as I was then.

Surprised ll

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Rested awhile
accepting the darkness
around.
The soul goes mute
and subdued
when the din and bustle
of the world rises
beyond a point.
I knew I couldn't
do a thing
at that phase,
but wasn't helpless.
Wait I did,
not allowing 
the darkness to enter
my being.
Even then I knew
not
that the first rays
of sunlight 
would 
steal a march
over me.

Beyond Acceptance....ll

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Life has its desolate labyrinth
and dry barrenness
But its tender softness
is nourishing
The grim grayness
tries to wall life
Yet the vast expanse
guards the tiny opening
to receive the life giving force
of the world
and there is the firm
footing of holding on
and staying unwavered
unswept by the winds of
storms
in the belief that
the Sun will shine
and the Moon will smile
one day soon enough.

Aplenty 9

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World is plentiful
but knows not
how to be fair.
Nature is bountiful
but flows not
in equal measure.
Wind is playful
but respects not
the weak and the aged.
I am plentiful
and bountiful
and playful
but I know not
how to protect
from the fury
of the elements.

Beyond acceptance...

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Neither cold nor hot
rough or smooth
dark or well-lit
dull or bright
of and in life
matters to me;
everything simply
puts me
over there and across
where every moment
is eternity
and every beginning
is its own destiny
Every sight is 
its own painting
and every breath
is its own kiss.

The Sea within....4

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Waves after waves

of desire and passion

rise and fall

to rise again.

I thought I'd get

over it.

I give in

just when I 

resolve to fight.

Am I being weak

or simply wise

to accept that

the sea within 

cannot but stir

until its day of reckoning.

I like to churn

like the sea

all the time

and hope for the

nectar to come

up from deep within.

Stillness

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Everything is still
Nothing moves
Thought vanishes
Breath settles
into a rhythm
that pulsates
with the Cosmic
beat
The body is taut
like a string
I want to melt
into stillness.

Intimate....ll

rzachar.photosight.ru

Mind has its 

wings to fly

over and beyond

the soft caressing grass.

I am with the time

when the tiny flower

held its smile

as I lost myself

to the fire within

and melted

into that supreme

nothingness

to discover 

life's play in the 

tiniest atom hid

in the lovely red flower.

Glowing ....ll

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I knew little 
and even now,
all I could feel
was the light
and the breeze
come into life,
a life
that was congested
with pleasure
and infested with
people demanding
pleasure.
It was exhilarating
to eject pleasure
from life
and reject demands.
Then there was
glow and 
I stood tall
and breathed free.

Intimate

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Who created me?

What created me?

Instincts and impulses,

Intimacy and intimations,

Intent and implosions,

Institutions and impressions,

it's all bewildering!

And to think I carry

all that and much more

in my cells is daunting.

But here it is all

throbbing in my veins

waiting to express

until I accept all of it.

Surprised....

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In the wilderness

I have company of

trees and shadows

who ask nothing.

I move freely

enjoying the movement

and the moment

losing track of

responsibility.

And then...

there is the sound

of the thoughts

I left behind.

It's a surprise!!

The sea within....3

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A thought caressed
my mind
just as the waves
do the rocks.
The vastness of the sea
matters little
when one drop
is like the millionth,
the variety 
matters little
when one life
is like the millionth.
You were part of my life
and you still are
In my mind.
That moment
was like any other
of the billions
that touched me
and made me real.
You aren't there now
and you are real
as much.

The Haze....3

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it wasn't easy
But finally I decided
I will wait no more.
Let me face all
that messy business
 of knowing what I want
putting it across
to those I love and care for.
Not knowing how they
will take it
Not knowing what I 
will do if they
don't take it.
Too many things to
anticipate,
the head spinning
and the mind is no help.
I want to embrace
that uncertainty
and swim with it
just as I have done
with my Love.

Blessings

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Count your blessings
so was I told.
To be alive
Humble and grateful
Accepting yet 
aspiring 
Grounded yet 
star-eyed
Supple and strong
Sensitive and 
vulnerable
To be blessed is to live
soulfully in
the body,
fully with one self
in the moment.

The Haze...2

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I was all set
to step
out
in the haze
then something
stirred
asking me
to wait
till it cleared.
The inner voice
or a primordial fear?
I chose to wait
and then it 
enveloped
me and entered
through every
pore and crevice
and filled me 
completely
till I became hazy
and then thinking
and then feeling
and just being
-everything now
is just haze.
Beauty and truth!

The Haze

Gabor Balogh, fotosparos.hu

I struggle 
to figure out
what is it I seek
what will put zest
back in my chest;
I end up slithering
down a slippery
path.
It aches me to
feel nothing 
really touch
inside, though
outside is a lot.
It's the haze that
I ought to hold
with both hands
and take into my heart
and let it slither
down to my guts
Then whatever
shall be
will be.