Meditation 54: Letting Go

Sometimes, the pain of holding on

is far greater than the pain of letting go.

Choose the lesser of the two pains

and allow yourself to feel everything

that arrives. Nothing can be denied.

Call it a pruning of the mind.

Fresh thinking will blossom.

Fresh love will bloom. Fresh desire will grow.

All that we know flows from the wisdom

that glows in our soul.

Haiku

May morning
bursting with sweet loving –
heady aroma

Awake to Life’s Beauty

You wake up with a smile on your lips
and the first delight that greets your eyes
is your lover, fresh as Spring, floating
in the rich waters of peace. You ask the
universe, “is this the essence?” and
the universe answers, “only you can tell.”
Sunlight pours in like a golden waterfall
bathing your minds with sensual dew.
A feast of loving awaits as you feed
upon the plate of grace, conscious with joy.

Haiku

What amazes
are the daily miracles –
vibrations unleashed

Even Though

Even though
              I haven’t
Seen you
              For what feels
Like an age
              All my thoughts
They fly
               Like dancing stars
In a burning rage.

Even though
                Distance cleaves
In fiendish fright
                I often dream
Of simply being
                The two of us
Walking earthstruck
                Threaded by
Sunlight.

Even though
                 Years have passed
Swallowed in reverie
                  A vision hums
Wedded to brightness
                  Blessed
                                Blessed
                                            Blessed
Drunk in lovers’ light. 

Desire

I want to plant laughter
                all over your body
I want to explore you
                for the riches you possess.
I want to touch you 
                beneath starlight and moonlight
I want to read you
                with feverish intent.
I want to give you
                my tongue and my tears
I want our selves
                never to relent.
I want to taste you
                our longings undressed
I want to kiss you
                 and never repent.
I want to feel you
                 moving within
I want us to wonder
                            skin to skin. 

Comfort

In the hot sweat of life and living
we float and fuck,
like ravenous creatures
exploding on the edge;
A dance swaying in tune,
desire harmonised
under the knowing moon.

Hungry for you, I offer my tongue,
ensorcelled by scents;
Hands clasped in comfort
as the world rides collapsing
waves, watery tower
mingled deep with your
resplendent power.