Somewhere in Connecticut
I am connecting this piece to the image below which carries the name:
The Path To My Lover
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Everyday, the lover within is honing in on all that brings me clarity and purpose in attaining more understanding and access to allowing my point of attraction to shine.
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This is about memories and moments and it is about observations that occur. Ain’t life grand? From one day to the next we have the opportunity to breath deep the contrast that is developing more and more clarity around our desires for expanding who we are in our ever loving Life.
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Lovingly,
for NOW.
Linaji
She is waiting for him sometimes..
not a longing that is tired,
but one that catches her breath at times
locked in a meditative demeanor
she looks out the window
It is then she mistakes him for a passerby
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(once in awhile she sees him in her minds eye coming back into her arms again, like some romantic tale… so she writes)
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Somewhere in Connecticut
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when you vanish.. I must be in Connecticut somewhere
looking for the farm I think you have bought
right out from under my nose
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It was those nights you nibbled on my ear
Then read to me from your journal
Trips to Paris,
CNN… beer and hookers
Your friend you said
Had a penchant for long legs and careless longings
(Outside the norm)
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It was the way you read to me.
You reminded me of a teacher I once knew
I had a crush on him,
Professor of my Philosophy class 101
His hair was always tangled up
with dustings from his his chalky fingers.
Pacing back and forth talking to himself
Reveling within his own musings
Stubby hands with nails bitten down
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You look nothing like him
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One day we stole away to his bed
he caressed me and read to me of things outside his
Classroom ramblings.
He read from his heart and I cried because I knew this
Was the part I had waited for and had longed to know
He then took me with his wholeness of desire and I
Flourished that day,
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Like I do with you my darling
When I can find you
When you decide that my interest is sincere
When you feel the need to see more of how I see you
In the middle of the world there is so much for me to see
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And then,
Like the last act in the ‘House of Deception’
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You vanish
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Linaji 2009
RakeshSyal
BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT!
Erhan OZBIYIK
Perfect Sister… Wonderful words and so true…
Great Hugs :)
dawndavies
oh wow truly beautiful linaji, dawnxx
Linda Ridpath
you tell such beautiful stories dear linaji xxx
lupa
i just love this….
Marion Chapman
like a romantic series of scenes from a movie…..lovely!
-Lilith-
Mmmmm… So beautiful Lina! xx
jim marshal
Great work Lina.
Therese Smith
Wow so emotional and very well written. You made me feel if it were I who lived this.Outstanding. I’ve enjoyed it so. :)
Trenchtownrock
Gorgeous words Lin…love the innocence and image of white linen and tulips that is coming to my mind as I read this..many more images but i will spare you them before you think I am off my rocker…which I am sort of..LOL
Farras Abdelnour
wicked but beautiful and clever. i m beginning to sense a lina trademark in your work :P
Keith Reesor
Always SO GOOD!!
I vanish because I wake up!! :)
Vasile Stan
Linaji, have I read this before… or am I out of my mind? ...actually, that’s where I read it first.
“It was those nights you nibbled on my ear” strikes me as deadly romantic
...did I say sexy 2?
linaji replied
Say double Sixes Val
it was a side bar piece and now it has full command and much revision.. I left the art behind long ago. Sweeheart of my heart .. how you are amazing..and that Song!!
cosimopiro
a lovely meditative state of sweet memories…..that warm feeling it brings and still lifts us. And then it vanishes…..but somehow is always there growing into us and becoming us. A lovely write L.
eon .
Great I can relate. I had a house in Connecticut and spent many many balmy weekends by the pool Near where Kathrine Hepburn lived ” – )) Memory Lane ” – ))
BiographyofRed8
your writing is strong and vivid and vibrant with story telling as ever, just magnificant story-telling
RikkiWoods
Beautiful
Christie Moses
So much Beauty here…wide open heart and soul poured in sweet longing on your page. I just LOVE this and could read it over and over again. xoxox
Kristin Reynolds
what a cool story…beautiful, Lina. :)
Judi Taylor
This piece strikes my heart a thousand ways. I felt it … I was there and I know how he comes and goes. And I see him too, in other people though they look nothing like him. You have given me such a wonderful tale … I will cherish this piece because it IS me.
gretchen .
Come to Connecticut! Oh please oh please! :-) x o x