Balance

the rope we walk is full of slack
swing it beneath us or
swing ourselves above
these clubs are props
which cannot insure
safety nor amusement
when there is no net
and winds are high between
two distant supports
i call this platform "home"
and that one "boredom"
but all the action is
in between
instability with adrenaline
everyone wondering
when comes the fall

There is no fall,
when grace is measured,
weighed,
and found in balance.

Let go of the rope,
that appears as safety,
for it is nothing but trickery
to bind.

release the hold it has of you,
step off the rope.......








...you just may fly.

"oh i like that"

love it

Pam and TBear

Love is Re-Building
Body, Soul & Mind
Unconditionally,,
Between two Souls,, that blend together in time
Love is past, Present and Future,,

Love is,, It just Is,,,

confluence

two streams meet
and dissolve each other and
they are one
with the sea and the sky

fearsome
they carve the grand canyon and
harbor the reef
they power the cyclones and shelter
all manner of mysteries

still they are
at the mercy of gravity
falling together
forever -
it is weightlessness
so, be carefree!

all the colours, all the textures, light and shadow ... naked in our truth ...

welcome to a little corner room
the toys may be scattered here
and there
but if you look closely
you will see
the joy and playfulness
which launched them
into their haphazard
and beautiful
resting places

mirror world

let's gaze between two mirrors
a thousand displaced reflections
trailing to infinity
of you and i
let's kiss!

then rest your head here
against my chest
and see us together forever
painting this world with us

SO BEAUTIFUL

step away and poof
it's gone
lean back again to peek
we could do this
all day

Exhaustion..
Stood amongst the rubble
Of what wasn't.

Waving white flags
with weary arms
done with resisting.

A champion no doubt,
A battle well fought
stuff of legends spoke.

What is this love thing?
A force so strong
it renders defenses useless.

So soft, the air feels harsh
when held against one.

So safe, a mother's arms
a poor second.

So big, the heavens shrink
in comparison.

Love is....



...unavoidable.

Wonderment

with her delicate and beautiful fingers
she caressed my eyes closed
the fingertips trickling down my face
like fat summer raindrops
sweep of the palm round the cheek
was pure delight

confections of love,
distilled and concentrated
while cradling my jaw
and
soothing my brow

it was like forever
the anticipation of her lips

but when i open my eyes
pooling with tears

her enormous rich brown eyes
search back at me directly with
deep and sincere yearning

and suddenly,
the surprising flash of recognition
and sincere lingering wonderment

WoW!!!!!!

to love is to dominate
and to submit
are you asking the wrong question?

which is more
acceptance or
giving oneself
wouldn't you like to know

very nice thread




S

ty...

Kona


asleep on the rise and fall
of this ancient new land
her respiration pushing out
steamy breaths escape
a mountain alive living

i can still feel Pele's pulse
and my resuscitation
molten rock deep within
a weeping broken continent
this is genesis
her engagement
ring of fire