My own truth

I live in confusion,
My body stretched out under sun and reed bank,
The river lapping my feet and the wind lapping my unbuttoned shirt,
A girl lies with me laughing,
And her voice plays out across the cloud dotted sky,
I live in confusion, it has always been this way,
And yet I am free,
Let history judge and condemn me,
For never finding the truth,
For jumping like a minnow above the surface,
And never dipping deep,
But listen to her laugh,
Playing out across the cloud dotted sky,
And tell me I am wrong.
This is my own truth.
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Haiku #29

 

Girl who got away,

just a projection of self

yearning completion

Love Embraces All

Love embraces all –
There is nothing personal,
Everything is intimate,
Because everything is you
And you don’t even exist…
Except as a thought arising now,
Now fading away into nothing
Whence it came,
And the illusion that struggles and strives,
To tie it all together…
You’re free
To let such thoughts pass by,
Like clouds in a spotless sky…
There is only freedom,
Love embraces all

What is Love?

Image credit, markandhelen.org.uk

In all this time,
As I walked a lonely landscape,
Thoughts captured only by the prism of my own awareness,
I was content to be alone.
Perhaps I’d stop along the way,
With friends or lovers a passing fancy,
But always their steps would part from my own,
Nothing would hold me back,
From this adventure I was determined to have,
The future man I was determined to become.
Well it turns out that he prefers life shared with another’s eyes,
Two viewpoints overlapping, enriching,
Dancing alone now seems an empty pursuit,
Poetry that only means something read to another-
Not in slavish dependence, or jealous possession,
But feelings shared between two wanderers
Who have decided to wander this lonely earth together,
Through the wilderness of changing fortune,
Each strong enough to stand alone,
Yet deciding not to,
Hand in hand by choice, not need-
And this I think, when all else is left behind,
Is what love is.

Two lovers walk

Two lovers walk,
Under the arms of bended tree,
Through the ashes of past life,
Their grief as poignant as roses,
As bright as their love,
Walking through eventide,
Towards the promise of a new day dawning

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