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How does it feel....
To be on your own,
No direction, no home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone.....

The Storm and The Sands

Like the storm which bears down
Upon peace to become peace,
Your thoughts come to me
To become one with me.
The conscious thinks not about you.
Your shadow is shown like a light
In my heart, that which is followed.
Footprints on the sands dream
Of permanence. But who dares
Define its form, that which flows
Free as the wind itself? Who can
Prophesize the whims of the winds?
But prayers may be done,
Sacrifices effected and pain taken.
The rose plant within me has
Taken roots, but it blooms not now.
Who dares doubt my patience?

Free Falling

Feels like I want something
Desperately that is within
My reach and my hands are tied.
I struggle against the rope and
Yet Loving it. Sweet helplessness.
Free falling all this time,
Spiralling towards my destiny.

Shoreless, but not windless....

My waves are within me.
Shoreless, but not windless.
They take me to the land.
And back I go to the seas.
Lonely the seas are.
Winds are the catalysts,
The sun and the moon my companions.
The wind welcomes me to the highs,
Stirring me to my Godly embodiment.
Letting me be my glorious conqueror.
I fall back to my brooding, wavy self,
Only to long for the winds
To carry me, to hold me…..
One more time, yet one more time…..

No more I

My lips touch those feet.
My temples perspiring under the achievement.
My tears blinding me to ecstasy.
I would have lived my life.
No goal unachieved.
No land unexplored.
No pleasure deprived of.
No moment unfinished.
No more longing.
No more me, but You.
No more I, but God.

An Ode to the Love for a Woman.....

I am blinded by the spectres
Floating over my head and
I am drawn to you by an
Inner force I cannot deny.

I was free as a bird, riding
The currents high. I was
Like a lost thought. I was
Like a fantastic dream,
Fantasizing for its pleasure.

Then you captured my fancy.
I became intoxicated. I drank
The poison from the golden
Chalice. I found me kissing
The hand that hits me.

I am now unchained, free again.
But in a strange land........
Which road shall I travel?

My freedom has been restored.
Will you now accept me as a
Willing companion? Will you
Accompany a youth who spends
His days like a lone eagle and
His nights like a restless lion
In the heartland of the deserts?

Will you own me, but not possess me?
By taking my body and not my heart?

Then there is my hand - grasp it
With your beautiful hand and
Here is my Body - embrace it with
Your loving arms; and here are my
Lips - bestow upon them a
Deep and dizzying kiss.......

An Ode to Longing

I protect you in my heart.
Its walls your fortress, its
Forbearance your moat deep.
From within am I shaped,
Forged mighty and strong.
From within am I beautiful.
From within do I see God.
From within do I love.
From within do I value.
You are the fire in me,
And you are the smith.
Hitting me with pangs of
Hunger, making me yearn,
And yet grinding me sharp,
Polishing me to a shine, and
Launching me in my path,
To my destiny, far, far away.

Darkness

Light, you come but in flashes;
And darkness, O great you are.
You show the value of light
And the rainbows. But for you,
Would there be consciousness
And would there be a conscience?
What makes the light makes you,
Woven from the black fibers of
Our hearts, its juvenile ignorance.
The animal wakes in your company
And hunts in his primal hunger.
In dreams do we see our dreams.
Of that which we could attain,
The heights which we can soar.
In your hold, we see the Gods.
We fly like the kite sans a bond.