poetry

Poetry is a compacted compilation of human thought and emotion. There is a higher concentration of communication within the syllables of poetry than exists in entire paragraphs of prose.

Poetry is a medium that is meant to be individually discovered and digested. Each person sees something intimate of themselves revealed in the blood that is scrawled upon the parchment of revelation.

No one can discover it for us. It can only be learned by our own struggles and efforts… each revelation unique to us, alone.

Being in the Moment

What are you doing… right now?
Are you consciously aware of your surroundings?
Do you feel the texture of the seat you are sitting on? Do you smell the inherent scents of the room you are in? Do you know the sources of light and see the way it reflects off of the objects around you?
Do you feel a rising sense of child-like curiosity and wonder as you ponder these things?
If you do, then you are coming to your “center”. You are becoming aware of the “moment” you are living. You are feeling the “Now” of your existence.
Being “in the moment” does not mean you are constantly in a sense of ethereal euphoria. It simply means you are aware of your “being” and the environment you have chosen to envelop your “being”.
True understanding begins with the choice of being “in the moment”. It is a conscious decision to live life with awareness and savor the joy along the way.

A Pure Namaste' Experience

Greet me warmly with a salute of the heart from a friend of the soul.
Dine with me. Let us share a portion of the fruits and bounties that Mother Earth offers freely for our growth and well-being. This is intermingled with light, engaging conversation.
Undress completely with me in each other’s presence with a sense of curiosity and innocence.
Gaze upon my nakedness as I gaze upon your own with a wonder and reverence of an artist who has just revealed a masterpiece of the ages.
Touch me tenderly. Caress me slowly. Worship the warmth of the flesh of my body as if offering obeisance to a goddess of innocence and virtue.
Whisper in my ear. Fill my yearning well with the tenderly quivering flesh of a familiar and vulnerable lover.
Weep with me for the ethereal sweetness of our unrestrained intimacies and beautifully melodic overtures as we make love completely to one another.
Sleep with me. Come lay with me in the peaceful quiet of my bed chamber. Spoon with me closely and hear the synchronous rhythms of our breathing as we gently slip into mutual slumber, anticipating the brilliant colors of the morning sun rising upon the gift of a new day, a new moment to share with one another.
Touch me softly with the gentleness of your waking eyes. Caress my being with the sweet awareness of your presence. Titillate my fantasies with sincere engaging conversation. Carry me away with meditations of the soul.
Enwrap me warmly in the vulnerable arms of your love.
Offer prayerful thanks with me to the Universe for the purity of friendship and love freely given and graciously received.
We are content in our moment of Joy.

Loving Projections of the Inner Soul

Myriad are the writings of the encouragement to share caring and love by sending it out by way of the Universe to those you love. Many write of the how-to’s and why’s. Many write of the beauty and peace that are found in the doing.
The secret is not in the “reading”. It is not in the pondering.
It is found in the “doing”.
Come to your own “center”.
Bathe yourself in the calm and peace you discover there.
Consciously open your mind and soul in synchronous rhythm with the calm of your beating heart to the life force of the Universe.
Consciously feel the infusion of joy at being in the present moment. Enrich this feeling further with the love of your own soul and whisper it in your mind back through the Universe to the soul of the one you wish to “touch” with your offering of innocence and love.
Does it work?
Always. I just reconfirmed it with my wife in her reactions to my “message” last night.
Is the “gift” always received?
No.
It is up to us to offer the “gift”. It is up to the intended receiver to be open to and accept the “gift” as it is given.
We are all learning how to give and how to receive. In time, perhaps, all the world will learn and know and share.
There is always hope.

Microcosms of Life

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Every vehicle you pass while traveling in traffic is a microcosm of “life”. A universe unto themselves. We are only barely aware of their existence as they pass us by in our relentless progression towards our own ends.

And yet, in spite of all the disconnected mass of atoms darting about among themselves, we are all part of the cosmos of existences… of reality… of the “moment”.

How much more happiness could there be in the world if we simply opened up our treasure chests of “love” and made an effort to interact with all those “microcosms” around us… even if it was nothing more than an open and genuine “smile”!