Patient, Fine, Balanced, Kind.

Laying exposed, raw and naked here in your flowing arms.
My heart beats, louder, stronger, sublimely faster.
I wonder how I got here...

Patient. 

Fine. 

Balanced. 

Kind.

Grateful for everything that has lead me here.
I used to dream of making love to an artist, a poet,
as I heard they drank you in, swallowed life in a different way.

It feels so good when your soul rubs up against mine.
Familiar, safe, intoxicating, body tender and true,
I peak with this slow arousing as you, dear life, enter My Heart so slowly.
I See your beauty as a poem, free and fluid and flowing.
Let our art, our body and words, be raw and real, remain,

Intimate.
Potent, 

Open
Alive.


I dreamt A Goddess, The Wild, would paint the fire in my eyes,
that I would burn to feel this kiss.
I didn’t realise you were creating all kinds of endless crazy
as love poured, honey like, warmth sticky, sun upon my wanton back.

Writhing, releasing, bliss, this
writing delicious, sensual, alive poetry embers on my skin,

Drawing, always deeper with your breath and tongue and eyes and soul
you stole my maiden and made Her Whole.

You reveal me, you expose me, you unwrap me, art,
Rise Me and Sear Me and Drive Me,
dance with me soaring life,
take me now to new heights in
every way.

I didn’t realise how it would feel to have you penetrate my soul.
No veils, no barriers, no meek masks or hesitations as you
Do Not Put Clothing On Your Words.

You lovingly gaze at all my imperfections and turn me, them, all wonderful.
You are The Witch, The Alchemist, The Magician.
I wonder how I got here...

Patient.
Fine.
Balanced.
Kind.


We whisper sweet, sacred secrets that make us feel
like the entire universe is alive and humming within our Ecstatic Union.
Care Not where desired words will fall, 

release them and release again.
As our earthy circle comes 

home, created sated, we rest,
ink spent and Fire Heart creative
fully quenched.

We feel and know how we got here...
Wild Thing, 

True Natures

Uncertain,

Full For Play, 

For Now,

Patient.
Fine.
Balanced.
Kind.

by Tony Searl

Eye Know No Thing, Smilers and Talkers

#luceatluxvestra #eyeno #nothing

Is This How You Feel....

Sacred Space

‘The ultimate state of love is freedom, and any relationship that destroys freedom is not worthwhile. Love is a sacred art. 

To be in love; is to be in a holy relationship.’

~ Osho

Choiceless Chooses, Then You Choose

"Uncommon Bond"

Sounds In The Clouds

#choir #remix #cover #score #soundtrack #talent #edit #fun #joy

Thanks Pop

#music

Dancing in Odessa

In a 2013 essay, the poet Ilya Kaminsky identifies a literary tradition in which poetry shades into something like apophaticism—a way of doing theology that recognizes the inability of language to fully capture God. 

In the work of poets such as Paul Celan and Gerard Manley Hopkins, Kaminsky argues, words are wrenched and contorted in order to express that which exceeds words. 

Language begins to break down and, in its breaking, to gesture toward the unsayable.

"Even sleep is a prayer, Lord,
I will praise your madness, and
in a language not mine, speak

of music that wakes us, music
in which we move. For whatever I say

is a kind of petition, and the darkest
days must I praise."

Excerpt from 

Author's Prayer by Ilya Kaminsky

Poet Ilya Kaminsky was born in the former Soviet Union city of Odessa. He lost most of his hearing at the age of four after a doctor misdiagnosed mumps as a cold, and his family was granted political asylum by the United States in 1993, settling in Rochester, New York. 

After his father’s death in 1994, Kaminsky began to write poems in English. He explained in an interview with the Adirondack Review, 

“I chose English because no one in my family or friends knew it—no one I spoke to could read what I wrote. I myself did not know the language. It was a parallel reality, an insanely beautiful freedom. It still is.”

How Old Is Silence?

Hear, Little Darlin'

As It Is In Heaven

Watch How The Flower Blooms In such times of shifting values, 

what remains standing is that which holds its worth 

under any degree of pressure or scrutiny. 

Be steady. Be true. 

Be an anchor and you'll never keel... 

Vibrant ~ Light ~ Exquisite

All I've ever wanted is for you to Be

Happy.

That does not need to include me. 

Your Happiness is Your Responsibility. 

I will support you in that. 

My love is unconditional. (my trust and respect are not)

Your actions are irrelevant. 

For In Loving, I Am ...

Love. 

#luceatluxvestra

People Just Be.

"Grief is unexpressed Love"

You are so l,oved ~ Rest Well Brother

Last Breath Out.

Sweet creative, uniquely incomparable,

lived large, played hard, 

our parasympathetic play ground

break point laughs loud, rest well, 

surfs UP, tuned In. 

Madam Butterfly

40 years of favourite house music.

So Much Heaven

#luceatluxvestra

10/08/79

The Web of Life

Vicarious enmeshment,

more meal ticket moments

Love and Let Live. Or die. 

To The Death of A Slow Certain Strangulation

This, The Web of an Unlived Lie.

(said The Spider To The Fly 

said the hipster's BFF daughter)

ET, Fone Home