Karma

Does it show on my face?
Am I am traversing this world of endless animas?

Bound by the weight of things of the past, of living endless dreams repeatedly..

I wake from sleep with images of places and people I know or will have.

My soul is as old as the beginning, ancient , and yet reborn, is this my penance?

Will I find peace in the arms of a fleeting kiss? A single touch , to die a thousand deaths..

Breathe on me , oh kiss, that I may live again, and feel the light of the sun upon my heart..

I close my eyes and I am enmeshed with the boundless sadness of love lost, my soul yet searches..

Take me now to Nirvana, that I may lose myself in it's rapture, my body writhes with anticipation...

Gitana.....
Falling into you…

In my dreams I am falling,
Into an Abyss of myself.

I find that I am not afraid.
I fall like I'm waiting to hit a soft bed.

There is no end, no light, nothingness.

When will my fall end?
Where will I land?

I finally cry out,
There is no one there to catch me.

I realize that I am in control.

My falling turns into floating,
Floating turns into flying.

Suddenly the sky turns blue.
No Abyss, no darkness.

I open my eyes and see
I have fallen into you.

Gitana....
The Pleasures of Life

The gentle kiss of a lover on the base of your neck.
A kiss on my closed eyes.

The balmy breezes upon my face. Lying in the cool green grass damp with dew, under a midnight blue starlit sky.

The breath of a baby as it nuzzles your neck.
The skipping beats of my heart with the first," I love you”. Holding hands. The scent of skin.

Gazing into the most beautiful eyes of my lover, for he only sees my true beauty.
Feeling the warm rain on my face, droplets of water dancing on my skin.

Nights curled up in front of a raging fire. A warm bath lit only by candles and my lover’s secure embrace.

The first words of a child, bittersweet sadness enters my heart, for they are only little for a brief moment.  A child's embrace and pure and the honesty of their hearts.

The scent of a flower awakens memories in me of every line etched by time upon my beloved’s face. Sweet letters of love left beside my pillow as I lie in deep slumber.

Waking to another day.
The warmth of the sun as I look to the sky, how wonderful the feeling on my skin.

Things we take for granted,
Every breath we are allowed to take, these are the pleasures of life.

Gitana.....

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