Not too busy though
I love you
that makes you busier than me…
Your name is being called
by sacred beings
who are silent
Eat their music.
i see you as a shining star…
high above within the galaxy of midnight sky
i awaite for you as each day come’s to a close
for then i see you shining ever so brightly
your light shines upon the path for
For I am silence within the wind
Meditate, feel me upon your breath…
As you inhale deep and slowly
Feel me , as our souls become
as one, for I am silence within
The wind, listen to your breathing
You told me that you never cry
as i was thinking of you !
from the sky above
i felt your tears as they
landed upon my lap……..
now i can sleep
dreamng of salome and her veils
tango ’twixt you & clohes
customised an eighth
from your breaths of pores
as if moustache/beard akiss everywhicwhere,
in collective shi…
as the sun spread hot sunbeams along
my back ,from nowhere a cool wind wrapped itself
around my naked legs and arms,goose bumps
surrounded my skin, i could feel your coolness
but yet i felt your warmt…
The strings of the soul
taken as a whole
get out of tune so fast
intimate words are lost
as a ghost…..
“I think you should read the last page of my diary.”
She handed him the book and he turned to the last page.
We are all of us,
arising up out of
We are twinkling in and out
Created, we create
and are re-created.
In knowing we are astonished
The great generosi…
Years have passed
since I saw your beautiful face
there exist’s nothing that
your everlasting love.
The Goddess is praying you even as you
are praying her, loving her sweet quality
of Love, & her wild, innocent freedom
that I can see in your eyes
Gilbert rose…moved to the windows…and with his back to John Smith….he spoke straight to the point.
“I’ll have to kill you.”
The call goes out; it’s ringing loud for those who can yet hear.
For those not coming, don’t you fear; you needn’t shed a tear.
So simple, so profoundly true:
drunk in its love,
falling into clear light —
the ladle of the heart
dipped into a magical well.
Your greed and need
Sowed its ugly seed
The only friend left for you is…….
Night awakens beautiful dreams
filled with moments of unlimited streams
for I’m not real, nor will I exist
I am merely a figment, of your Abyss
Elisabeth Dubois -2012