Bliss in you
eyes extend beyond form into spirit
loving depth an ocean unto me
soft, vulnerable shadows of longing
tendril-like desire seek an embrace
that has not yet come
a star who's light yet to be seen
unwitnessed, it sleeps in the dark
dreaming of love

A whisper of promise hems the room
two eyes meet as though lips
words exchanged as though spit
minds pulsing to a shared rhythm
thoughts refract in moments prism
no.
It can't be, not for me, not he, not she
and possibilities retreat into the cave
of fear,
love disappears before the shedding of a tear
every time two strangers meet
dreaming of love.

There is a place I know but I cannot tell you how to get there
it is a special place, so secret that it is plain for all to see
isn't this the best way to hide something?

Who would think to look anywhere for something that is everywhere?
not me.

I cannot go to this place, because it does not exist in space,
I cannot travel to this place, because it does not exist in time,
I cannot be because I does not exist,
what kind of sick riddle is this?

I heard whispers of mutinous thoughts against this paradox
and then the secret word......"mu"
paradox  vanishes into thin air, see?
what was is, what is was, what is isn't what was, what was isn't what is....."mu"

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One drop of truth can colour an entire ocean blue,
each morning I wake to the sun with hands cupped, 
by the end of each week I become a rainbow.


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There is nothing that is not given, nothing that is not received
my life a testament of abundance.
In realizing my emptiness I am filled,
and deeper becomes my bowl to be filled with wine
each time I lose myself in the giver.
How simple the beauty of life's law,
giving and receiving dance endlessly
each growing with the other
until everything is one.