Protective

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Just as I discover
softness curving
into beauty
something inside
tells me to
protect it
from transgression.
So I close myself
only to discover
the narcissist in me
and now I want
to protect myself
from that streak
of narcissism.
Do I want to let 
myself fly out
in the open skies
over green meadows
and blue waters of
ocean and into
the mysterious valleys
beneath snow-clad peaks?

Not able to...

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Isn't it a beauty
to be lost in
dilemmas?
Being caught
in equally attractive
traps is such a
majestic feeling.
This body has 
its beauty
and its charms,
just as it is 
a burden
and a challenge.
I have shunned 
now the ways
of either - or.
And then I need
not both the worlds.
I just wallow in 
vacillation and 
delight in doubt.
Not able to decide
is a blessing that
keeps you afloat.

Out there....

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There is something
out there
that is trying
to get my
attention.
Nothing is out 
of my reach
if I just go
with the tree
that stands firm
through storm and rain
centuries and more
shedding a few branches
once in a while.
I too have learned
to stand tall
and not let
time or mores
take their toll.
I know the skies clear
and storms lie down
and spirits soar
one time or the other.
There is something
in here that is 
trying to unite
with all that is clear,
quiet and high.

Making a move..

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I have been waiting
for this time
to make my move
and now I wonder
what it was
that I was waiting for.
The right time to
let go and
to leave behind
and move on a new path
new directions
new destinations
was to see things through
to their end and completion.
Now I know
there are no ends
no completions
to be incomplete 
and to leave things
incomplete
is part of life
and completion is simply
an illusion of the moment.
Things keep going
and keep getting back
and that's their way
of living and so be it.
And so here I am
making my move
unconcerned.

Soft is hard...

chira-kovalasky.photosight.ru

I love the way
rocks get sculpted
naturally
by wind and rain.
The mighty ones
roll down
when chipped away
and smash each other
only to find rest
and then give it
to souls like
mine.
Move I will
at my free will
and break I will
but not get buried
so easily.
I will wait to
welcome centuries.

Pleasure...

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Inviting is the vastness
beckoning is the light
blue fills inside and out
with serenity
and the mind floats
with the waves
and then suddenly
the coldness strikes
of the clear water.
The moment shudders
and sends 
pleasure tingling
through the spine.
That's the moment,
just, pure, simple.

Beyond

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Not thinking
what went by 
not counting
what remains
nor looking
ahead into future
I am just resting
trying to merge
with the milieu
with the incessant flow
that loses not its clear
direction
resting on the dried bark
that fails not
to sport its green leaves
and the air that
lingers lovingly
all around.
I have no need
to go beyond.

What remains....

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What you get
in the end
is that which 
remains after
everything
you had is 
taken away.
Just a touch 
of warmth
of tenderness
and a half-smile
of the soul
caressed by
the soft light
wafting in
from nowhere and
that's enough.

Waking up to...

.
akkila.photosight.ru


I never thought
I would wake up
to see the beauty
of being
in awe of 
the simple truth
of living in
the body
with its soft
skin and
tough interior
the languorous
turns and
sharp twists
the glowing cheeks
together
with the dark
crevices.
Simply the joy
of waking up
to a new dawn
of realisation.
It deserves
celebration with 
a flower or two.