PUSSY: THE SACRED CAVE---THE PUSSY

The pussy, or in Tantric terms, the yoni. The word yoni literally translated from its sanskrit origins means 'sacred cave' ~ I like that...sacred cave; a sense of which we have lost within our fast moving, goal oriented, sexual culture.

POETRY: BY YOUR UNDYING LOVE

We sit facing each other at a romantic dinner for two.
We gaze into each others eyes,
and look deep into each others souls.
For, we knew we where destined to be together
from the first time we met, it was memorable in deed.
We share a single glass of wine, from which we both sip,
as it is a symbol of our love for each other to share together.

We hold each others hands,
and proclaim our devotion to each other.
We finalize this special time together,
by a kiss that seems to last forever,
as it seems time has suddenly ceased.
For as long as the candle light is lit on the table,
we share this special time together.



PART 2

Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I will love you till my end of days

Composing poems so you know our love inspires me
to translate love to art
Emotions flow through my fingertips and echo sentiments of my heart
Cherish how your presence puts me at peace
And how beautiful you are when you sleep

The way you smile on me
And how, when I hold you, it feels like nothin' can harm you
Like I can protect you from anything 'cuz you mean the world to me
Take notice when you try a new hair style, paint your nails,
When you got a new dress,
and how every date with you is a brand new fairy-tale

Each kiss leaves me unable to speak 'cuz in your eyes all I see
Is an angel sent from heaven to save me
I go wherever you want to take me 'cuz, baby,
Your beauty transcends appearances, songs, and paintings
And so long as you want me to be your one and only
I promise, no matter where you are, I'll never leave you lonely.
No distance could ever keep us apart, no obstacle or circumstance.
You will be My Young Forever, my heart, and I love you.
Thank God we took a chance...

Trust me and let me lead the way
White rose pedals falling from the sky on a beautiful day
When you're vulnerable, I'll be your comfort and your strength
And when everything is perfect, know our love will never change
'Cuz I love you, I love you, I love you
My Young Forever, I love you till my end of days


PART 3

I am your one Protector,
And I am your safe Haven.
I am your knight in shining armor...
...your longing inspiration.

I'm ever present by your side,
As well as in your heart.
You know and feel it to be true,
Though we're so far apart.

Distance is but a word...
...a thing to overcome.
Don't worry, Love,
You'll find out soon,
That I will be your Home.


PART 4

Time passes many of us by
we dream about money, fame, wisdom,
and many think upon those requests
...we also dream about love.

To feel the touch of someone
to sense the comfort of that certain person
It's not a gift nor a wish
but it is rather- fate.

A weaving into the tapestry of time
but it is only in our mind where we search
We look and scour the world,
for that one person to love.

It's not hard,
because maybe love is within your grasp
All you have to do is reach out,
and grab the opportunity...

Love is within you,
and not to be searched for.


PART 5

My heart emerges, longing surges
through an absence of light from my window.

I will wish you unto me from the boundaries of sleep,
the edge of some reality.

Disobedient imagination, defying nations, will bring you to my side.
If only while I slumber and believe you're forever a caress away.

But soon the sun will rebel, does my heart have the guile
To ignore the trespassing light bleeding upon my eyes

I sigh, aware of my fitful trance
You were never there


PART 6

My mind is in a trance
Enveloped by unconsciousness
Your love evaporated my fears
By drinking my tears

My heart is in a trance
Enveloped by air
Oh! If only I could breathe
You into my soul

My soul is hiding from the storm
Enveloped by thunder
The sun shines from your eyes
And gives me comfort

My body is hiding from the rain
Enveloped by fear
Kiss me before I tear
Into my soul of pain

My secret is hiding from you
Enveloped by an infection
From a wound
I cannot heal


PART 7

Finally you're were you should be,
in my arms holding tight to me.

I'll never let you go,
I've waited to long, cried too much.

I have never felt like this before,
when I hold you, I want it to be forever,
I don't want to let go.

I want to protect you
from all the hurt and pain of the world
so I never have to see you sad.

I can't explain this,
I never knew I could be this happy
just by holding someone else.

I try not to cry when your in my arms,
but I can't help it,
it's a dream come true.

I can't explain my love for you,
but it's forever,
and it's what makes my tears
roll down my face whenever your in my arms.


PART 8

Once up on a time
there were two lovers
who loved each other
they would die if they
didn't have one another

they went through good
and rough times
but she was really sick
and her love she took to eternity

for him there was no reason to live
she was already dead
and the last breath she took was beside him

he asked God; why did you
take her instead of me?
why did you bring her into my life
if you were gonna take it away from me?

years passed by, he got over her
she promised to wait for him after death
and that her spirit would always be beside him

everywhere he was, she was there
every tear he cried, she would cried with him
there was nothing compared to love after death

he missed her so much
and couldn't take it anymore
it was time to move on and meet someone new

while he hugged his new lover
the spirit of his last lover died in pain
she went down her knees crying with so many memories

the last thing she ever wanted
was to separate her spirit from him
she knew it was true love
but couldn't understand

suddenly the lover notice
she was still alive on her bed
with her face full of tears and knew
it was just a DREAM!


PART 9

Never felt love 'til I fell through your eyes.
Never felt alone 'til you disappeared from my side.
Your touch alone brightend my life.
Being alone with you I'd drift to a majestic place.
Pressing your lips against mine would light my darkest nights.
With you by my side I felt unparallelled power.
Giving you soft kisses,
I felt I would devour the moisture on your body.
Gazing at your presence for a life time felt like an hour.
Able to spend part of my life with you felt like
an energy blast through my soul-
Very uplifted to know I'm with you
only to wake up & notice it wasn't true.
So much sorrow,
A tear fell down down like a waterfall crashes against rocks.
At one peace again,
I knew I would sleep for an eternity & once again meet up with you.


PART 10

The way you express yourself with such gratitude
My love for you seems to blossom at the heart
The heart so vibrant and pure
Your guidance is my eyes for you to follow

My love seems to blossom at the heart
The love you have given me I accept with an open mind
My love, you have given me strength and joy
The reason why I give you my all
Because the last thing you would do for me is make me fall

Happiness, tenderness, to our joyous times
Is all you have given me from this moment on
The tears we have cried, the moments of laughter
To the bumpy roads we have crossed
My dear, my love, life life, you are me,
And I give you me to complete you and I as one

Our minds, bodies, heart, and souls
are combined to cherish and guide from here to eternity
Each day I awaken to a new day, a new face looking before me,
a duplicate of my inner beauty that knows how I feel,
as my heart seems to blossom...

......By Your undying Love

VIDEO: 29 years old and hearing myself for the 1st time!

ARTICLES: THE SCAM OF MOVIES

Here’s a basic example of Hollywood Accounting: A studio makes a movie. The studio distributes the movie itself, and although the distributor is technically a separate company, they both belong to the same parent company. Also, the distribution arm sets whatever fees it wants. If they want to charge themselves eleventy quintillion dollars for distribution, they totally can. Then, even if the film earns billions of dollars in box office receipts, they’re still technically in debt (to themselves) and thus haven’t turned a profit.

Sound ridiculous? It happens all the freaking time. David Prowse, the guy who was in the Darth Vader costume in the original trilogy of Star Wars (before being ousted by that douche Hayden Christensen in the special edition) has never been paid for Return of the Jedi because it hasn’t turned a profit after nearly 30 years. That’s after dozens of home video and theatrical re-releases. (All the merchandising money goes to Lucas directly, of course.)

Similarly, someone leaked Warner Bros.’ accounting sheet for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix onto the internet, showing that the film that had grossed about $1 billion worldwide had lost $167 million on paper.

Winston Groom, the writer of Forrest Gump was told that the film based on his work wasn’t profitable. Of course, he got the last laugh when they came to him asking if they could turn the sequel, Gump and Co. into a film as well, and he reportedly told them, ”I cannot, in good conscience, allow money to be wasted on a failure.” In other words, “Go fuck yourself.”

And then there’s Art Buchwald, whose spec script got stolen by Paramount (remember that, it’s going to come up later), and got turned into Coming to America. When he took them to court and sued for a percentage of the profit, Paramount was totally cool with it, because according to their books, it hadn’t made any kind of profit, so they didn’t owe him one red fucking cent. The judge later ruled that it was “unconscionable” for Paramount not to pay Buchwald something in a settlement. Otherwise, he’d have to ask Paramount to open their books for the courts to review. Paramount quickly backed down and settled with Buchwald instead.

VIDEO: YOU'RE FELT THIS BEFORE

LOVE/ THOUGHTS: STANDING UP FOR ALL MEN

Someone along the line, men's wants and needs have seemingly become irrelevant.It is as if we are supposed to fill those roles of protector and provider without complaint. Men's interests and needs are always at a backseat, if salient at all.  We're supposed to be happy being fem-serfs (although so many women incessantly seem to be happy at being unhappy) and not place our happiness first.   A man that does strive to carve is own path is somehow seen from anything to useless or a pariah.  He's a narcissistic jerk even if he's not intentionally harming someone else.   Shame and even vile contempt are often heaped upon men who break ranks and even question


 Most men---myself included---grew up with an idealized conception of what their mate was going to be like.  And had their hopes dashed and crushed again and again.    By leading men down the primrose path and not providing them with a grounded sense of realism and what women can be like is anything from naive to irresponsible.  There are quite a good percentage of them that are reproductive opportunists; even irrational self-interest in a woman is still self-interest.  Men who are practicing rational self-interested are often viewed as selfish misogynists; a woman doing the same is pragmatic and smart.


For the longest time, I pined for my own Kate Beckinsale, a woman who possessed a set of qualities so many women profess they generally have without feeling a need to demonstrate them very much.  Even those who are not starry-eyed dreamers will wax that if I don't believe in it somehow, it will never happen no matter what the odds.


Trouble is, I actually did believe I had a soulmate that would fulfill my desire for a deep companionship.  It took some doing, but after a time I awoke from that dream.  I cannot tell you enough how painful and even traumatic it was in the process---I made it on the other side, although I'm not entirely unscathed.


Even seeking the equivalent in a mate is exceedingly difficult as a realist; and as a man you are typically blamed if you don't attract the right women---even if you avoid the bad and walking damaged for a legitimate female cohort.


Men desire to be with women, and despite the fact women have a level of desire for men, the malignant maze that is erected in order to obtain affection could make one question why men have to "earn" something women just should receive bountifully because of their gender.  Men have been subjected to such misandry to view themselves as lesser than women, and that will be never be good enough for what Warren Farrell dubbed as the "genetic celebrity."   And Ameriskanks believe that they are that genetic celebrity by simple virtue of their vagina, even though very few will look remotely like Monica Bellucci when they are her age.


Not that I don't think about it time and again.  When I was a teen and a hopeless romantic, I found even then that one could cry to the heavens for love and receive nothing.   Now that I'm a doer more than a dreamer, the shine that our culture regards the feminine mystique has turned lackluster.


It's also been said that men don't just look for relationships just for sex.  Some do, but many are looking for that very love, respect, comfort, and admiration that just doesn't seem to be happening so much.   If you are a sensitive man and long to show yourself openly, flaws and all, expecting kindness and warmth in the arms of a woman is a mistake; you are going to eventually have a rude awakening.   Not to mention that a really sensitive man would be upset at continued mistreatment and the experience that he is not on par with the woman he is interacting with.  Most woman cannot possibly have this because she must have the upper hand no matter how she would be resentful of a man that isn't the leader.  Hence their cognitive dissonance concerning men; despite being attracted to alpha traits, they disapprove of men taking the lead because of feminism and perceived "inequality."  But a man that will acquiesce is a doormat, a pushover.  A dull beta male.


As a youth, there was a period where I found little solace in many things and would have given a welcome relief if a young woman had been even mildly supportive.  I let that go by the wayside even with a couple of serious relationships.   Despite what anyone has told you, woman despise "weakness" (i.e. kindness and empathy) in men because it would mean that they would have to see us as truly human beings rather than woman second class citizens.  Or worse.  One could argue it is an extension of an s own self-loathing; treating a man has fully human and a deep well would mean that perhaps her vain illusion of her own superiority (in a culture that constantly polishes her bloated ego) would shatter . . . and she would have to re-evaluate her own self-worth and deal with her inner anger.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: MY DEAREST LOVE

My dearest Love,
Today the sun has graced me with its presence and upon my waking, you my love have graced my thoughts. Surrounded by elegant tall grass I am convinced that the wild is beauty. Each blade sways to the song of this wind, validating its very own existence. Perhaps one day I will be a single blade of tall grass, wild and free, dancing to the song of your wind that kisses my being. To be one with nature is to love, and to me...to be one with nature is to be one with you, giving birth to a dissipation of the thousands of miles between us.

If only I was capable of grasping this single moment, keeping it present always, safe in the right palm of my hand, holding the lines of my life. From my palm to my heart you grow to become closer to my being. Never forgetting that which you define yourself to be, and I never altering mind. Together simply, living as that of the single blade of tall grass, wild and free, dancing to the wind's song.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER:THE WIND

When one throws caution to the wind, does one then consider its travels beyond just that? For the wind must lift this caution, carry this caution to yet another destination as pollen from a single spring flower...I wonder where my caution lies at this very moment. I suppose my caution grows to become one with the wind, a placelessness being, always in motion...

Your voice was gently carried by the wings of the wind on this early September morning. It snuck through the cracks of my bay window, making the curtains dance. My ears have never heard such a lovely melody as it frolicked in and out of the dusty corners of the room until there it stood, vulnerably, in the center of all.

It was nothing I could see, nor was it tangible, but the feeling...the feeling was unexplainable...

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER:THE UNBEARABLE BEING

The silence in this house is growing quite unbearable, the dinner table untouched. I crave noise, I crave life, but fear there is no sense in uttering this desire upon deaf ears. I, of all people, how did I suddenly become so lost? The entirety of my life I have worked, worked towards achieving a goal, a goal of which I saw so clearly in the distance. Somehow, now that the once distant is in close proximity, I have become ostracized in a vast desert of desolation. Once independent, loving and contempt now only a soulless body with a muted scream for help, not even the walls can hear.

My only dream is to do whatever my heart wishes, experience freedom which no one dare to oblige. I wish to ride upon the dust of a shooting star, and rest along side of a soothing river, at times gliding gently over various pebbles, all shapes and sizes. For today, my silenced thoughts serve as a bridle for this foreseen fight.

I roll over to see you on the other side of me, sharing my bed, but not my dreams. Do you ever dream of me? For I never seem to dream of thee. The rate of my heartbeat increases with the slight movement of you, I fear your awakening. I fear the expectations that coincide with your consciousness…the expectation of me loving you, whole heartedly. Your body shifts again, in anxiety I clench my eyes with haste and pretend to be asleep.

Not even laying here, ‘asleep’ do you leave me alone? The touch of your hands on my back, hair and face send me into rage. Is it too much to ask to be left alone…? For once, I ask of you to take me into consideration, more so take me into consideration at a higher level than that of your own wants and desires. I am a person, it seems you have forgotten…and I, much like you, although silenced have wants and desires—to leave, to break free from this suffocating life. Perhaps if I just concentrate on my breathing I will succeed in suppressing my anxious thoughts…yes this is what I shall do…concentrate on my breathing. Just breathe…



How horrible it is, time moves so slowly when we are together, can’ t it learn to speed up as it does when I am in solitude? There is nothing that I want more than my old life back, my old self…my dreams of traveling and growing whole.  For I do not have any recollection. It was only a couple of year ago that I decided I never truly wanted to settle in one place for a long amount of time but, saw myself to be much more contempt moving from place to place. My dream in life was to learn the art of talking less and listening more; taking less and giving more; and possessing less and learning more. I wanted to see how I could exist on my own, away from the security of friends, family and work and the already established identity that I myself possessed—I wished to start anew. I wanted to learn the lesson of how to stop rushing from place to place, always looking ahead to the next thing, while in the moment, in front of me; I had allowed the present to slip away unnoticed. After all, in the end, a life is nothing more than the accumulation of small daily moments…and yet I sit motionless, with closed eyes—not able to travel and explore the hidden treasures of life beyond the suffocating walls of this love and empty room in which we live.

..

I do not recall ever remaining so motionless ever before, watching her I have been since the moment I entered the room this morning and now the moon is my visitor in place of the sun. ..her skin in the moonlight is so fresh and bright. I believe she stirred! Oh my love, please open your eyes please, please open your unclouded brown, almond shaped eyes….reassure me of my existence.
Your lips, your lush lips, they are parting, speak my name, utter my name…I am here…
Oh, the feeling my heart has just felt is that of a thousand ‘I love you’s’…I cannot begin to explain how relieved I feel….
“Yes, my love it is I, I am here, forever and always”
My words must have comforted her for she is breathing with depth, her chest gingerly raises and falls as that of the autumn sky once more.
I can’t not survive like this any longer, I must go”
This cannot be so, she loves me, we are going to be one for eternity, it was my destiny, no not was, why am I speaking in past tense as though it has ended? We are still in love…right?
“Please I…I…I do not love you any longer, you must go, if you love me you will do so…”
Although I cannot breathe I feel I must leave. I will leave only because of the love I hold for her. My knees weak, I rise slowly as a flower in bloom, I shall not cry, I shall simply leave. I love you my please know and remember that as true, forever and always. With the drop of a hat I will return, and we shall be one, once more, this time for all of life.



Since the morning I collapsed I have been able to live life, each and every moment of it. I breathe and laugh and love, love myself. I love this spot that I come to…although it makes me miss the one I was once with… She is not with my in presence, yet in my mind she still exists. Perhaps now that we do not share a bed, she does share my dreams…There is nothing more that I love than this single letter, a letter, with which I never sent a reply…just as our love was—a one way street…

“My dear love, I am along the shore waiting for you to take my eager hands. For now I have a better sense of when not to go in too deep, for the current rips out and storms may come. Waiting and missing, missing and longing, existing without you is baneful. Perhaps the agony will bring me the gift of life, the ability to re-establish who I am and who we were. Turning away the distractions, preventing interference, a break is just what I needed—I am ready to wade in the water with you again when you are…”
If I was to have replied…I would have sent you this, but what is the sense…? I will sit here and write, write to you  and with me I shall always keep it….

With one string of words you claim your love, yet with another you prove your abhorrence—beside me uninterested, yet at a far, adoration. Is your wish to force me into insanity?

As I rest on this rock with many faces, my eyes are drawn to the newly developed tree line. There is something special about the way the sunlight dances among the entanglement of tree branches, as if dodging the complexity of darkness. It is funny how I compare thee to the dancing rays, avoiding me, avoiding us, avoiding our love. Even still I hear thee in the whist melody of two birds perched, complacent, on the weather worn branch of a white birch tree. I feel thee in the river’s mist, three hundred feet below, roaring with such power the angels above me, above the trees, and above the clouds listen. This scent, the blend of verdant cedar and newly born leaves permeate the air triggering a memory. I can’t help but think of thee. Do you recall this day as I; walking in a vast but delicate field, blanketed by flowers of wilderness and emotions of the heart. With the breeze came a trail of endless dreams rolling through our minds, as ocean waves upon the shore. Faced the decision of remaining hidden, still, together or penetrate the surface of the outside world. We chose to stay, beneath the shelter of a single tree, with the company of one another. With the sunrise, reality grimly knocked, welcoming our return. I have relegated my thoughts of you to the farthest reaches of my heart; banished forever—but not forgotten. No, never forgotten for with the presence of nature, every word, thought, every look and feeling that passed between us, is as fresh in my mind now, as if it had occurred only yesterday. Like the moss growing atop the base of this rock, you span the surface of my mind. In this moment I tell myself to keep breathing, but how difficult this simple task becomes with the lack of air. Among the oxygen of a forest, the thoughts of us suffocates the atmosphere…until I break free from your hold, I rest on this rock with many faces.




I have never met a more perfect woman for me…so loyal and true. Such elegance she possesses in everything she does. I love the way her mouth turns up around the edges when she is excited, the way she inhales deeply with such delicacy that her chest slowly raises and falls like the autumn sun in the sky. Her skin, so soft and pure, with a one of a kind glow similar to that of the light surrounding an angel’s halo. Although she lays in slumber her unclouded brown, almond shaped eyes remain permanent in my mind. The way her name rolls of my tongue s a wave right before it crashes to the surface of the sun kissed sand. There is not a more beautiful woman alive, and this I know is true.

I know this is the delicate flower I am destined to be with for eternity, my love, my best friend, my wife….
Can’t you just imagine her standing on a beach in a simple white dress, as simple as the beauty she holds, cognac brown tresses draping the cream complexion of her perfectly sculpted back? I can, I can see it all, envision every detail…this is my favorite moment of today, laying beside the one I love, watching, and memorizing each attribute that makes her the person she is. Perfect in every way. Perhaps today I will take the day off from work to spend every moment with my love that I possible. To be as one, from dawn to dusk…that is my dream for today. And in this moment I am complete.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: YOU

You.

Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea about the corner of the world that get's held up
because of your existence? Do you know about the brightness that is held in your every breath? Do you know what magnificence is concealed in your story? Do you know that Love wrote a letter in your bones on the day you were born, and that every moment of your life is about revealing that letter? Do you have any idea about the preciousness of your every motion? and the gifts you bestow on us when you trip and fall?

Your wins are for you, but what you GIVE from your failings, you will never know. A light exists in you that is ancient and breathless, and beyond every nuance of your mind. Yes, it shines when you smile — but it burns white-hot brilliance when you cry, because that is when you OPEN. That is when you bloom like the full phase of the moon. You are all this luminosity, and more. You are what wakes the tiger, and puts the bear to sleep. You are that raging internal curiosity that creates worlds within worlds, within worlds. You are the undoing of those worlds. The unravelling of an old tale, like a grandmothers sweater worn thin. You break through the barriers,and find the sun.

You are my heart, and my hope, and my truth that can't be taken. You change the game. You re-write the rules. You set the world on fire, and then you wash it all clean. You show up.again and again, and again, and again. You astound me in your forgetting, and remembering. You plant the seeds, and bring the soil.

What I really want to say…is how you move me. And this moving is a sharing that rocks this wicked world.
this beautiful world, that we like to call wicked, because we've forgotten that it is only Us in disguise. What I really want to say, is that you knock my socks off. and that I smile for the day that we all stop pretending
we don't know each other, and love each other, and meet in the middle with a warm embrace —laughing with abandon over the wild and woolen wonder of this fastly fading dream.

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR FUTURE WIFE

Dear Future Wife:

Sometimes I feel lost and out of touch, but when you're there, I feel safe. Your voice soothes me. I could sit here and try to tell you just how I feel, but I can't find the words other than I am ecstatic we met and have gotten together after all we've gone through.I want to tell you that the love I have for you is undying. It is a
 love that is strong and enduring and will stand the test of time. I truly feel blessed that you have become a part of my life, and I cannot wait for the day that we can join our lives together. I want to lie next to you at night and fall asleep in your arms. I want to wake to your beautiful smile. I want to share in your joys and sorrows. I want to be your everything, because you are everything to me.

I promise to always love you and always hold you in my heart. I will always be here for you when you need me, and I will love you no matter what life brings us. You are my soul mate, and I vow to love you all eternity. I love you, baby.



Yours,

POETRY: YOU ARE THE BEATING OF MY HEART

You are the beating of my heart

The light of my life when it is dark

The sweet tenderness of every kiss

The heavenly ecstacy and tender bliss



You are the desire which burns inside

The love in my heart I can not hide

The essence of every breath I take

The hope of every wish I make



You are the burning fire in my soul

The warmth when I have you to hold

The tenderness when I feel your embrace

The devine beauty and heavenly grace



You are the trembling of my fingertips

The beautiful passion when I kiss your lips

The excitement in my heart you inspire

The fulfillment of every need and desire



You are the ecstacy of a love so divine

The bliss and beauty as endless as time

The belief in every prayer I say

The love in my heart forever to stay



You are...the true love...of my heart and soul







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You make me want to take the plunge,

To let go of my fears,

To hand over my heart to you,

And rid my life of tears.



You make me want to change myself,

Into the man of your dreams,

To makeover each little flaw,

Become more than I seem.



You make me want to love again,

Submerge myself in you,

To give up inhibition,

And start over anew.



You make me want to reach new heights,

To set you as my goal,

To believe you are the only one,

Who can make my spirit whole.



You make me want to trust my heart,

Forget the hurts of past,

To know I shouldn't be afraid -

Have faith that this will last.



You make me want to hold on tight,

Rely on what's to come,

To know that you are there for me,

That you could be the one?.



You make me want to find myself,

To see me in your eyes,

But I'm so afraid to fall again;

So used to sad goodbyes.



You make me want to reach inside,

Expose the love in me,

To give you everything I have,

For all eternity.



You make me want to open up,

Let go of all the bad.

You make me want to find in you,

The love I've never had.







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A gentle touch,

a sweet soft embrace of loving

Caring in the ways of heavenly

direction

Two lovers on a path,

to discover truth

In true love

A calmness,

like an ocean at rest

Minds relaxed

in the knowledge of togetherness

No demands, no expectations

Just loving in the caring way



One for the other

In the touch of hands

And soft lips,

so gently speaking caresses

Here is the calmness

of true love

The excitement, anticipation

of loving

Always unexpectedly

Not demanding, not planning

Just being and enjoying

In the light of loving...







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You are the sunshine, and starlight, too

You are the blue sky, and morning dew

You are the birdsong, and even moonbeams

You are my everything, in all of my dreams



You are the melody, within my heart

You are the promise, never to part

You are my heartbeat, my very breath

I promise to love you,

forever - 'til death

POETRY: YOU TOUCH YOUR LIPS TO MINE

Its like a wisper in the wind
Calling me to you
Making me come back each time you call
I try to fight the urge to love you
But it always wins
I find my self staring into your eyes
When I'm trying to say goodbye
I just can't go, you're in control
Something always stops me
I think its our love for each other.


2
You touch your lips to mine...
An indescribable pain begins at the center of my heart
and races throughout my body.
It captures my breath.
Takes hold of my limbs.
Battles my will not to cry.
My mind argues this intruder,
saying its secret is a lie.
But the pain is triumphant,
revealing the denied secret...
You will never feel the same as I.

A kiss from you,
and I die.



3

It's been a while now
since the last time I saw you
but each day that passes by
I can't help it...
I still think of you.

Do you ever think of me?

It's been a while now
since the last time we shared a kiss,
but when I lick my lips
I can still taste
your irresistable kiss.

Do you remember mine?

It's been a while now
since the last time I told you...
I love you.
But even though I can't say it anymore,
it doesn't mean that I've stopped.

Do you love me?

It's been a while now
since the last time you were in my bed,
but I still remember watching you sleep
as I lay awake in the middle of the night.

Do you ever miss that?

It's been a while now
since the last time you held me in your arms
but I can still feel your touch
whenever I close my eyes.

Do you feel it too?

I know it's been a while now
but I can't help it.
Everything reminds me of you,
because I am still
Very Much In Love With You!



4

She walks along, thinking of a time when all is well.
A time when the one thing;
The only thing she feels... is life
Will come to her
A time when she will walk
Hand in hand on a beach,
with the sand between her toes.
Sitting at a table for two,
Gazing across the candles
At his beautiful eyes...
Spending late nights looking up at the sky;
Making a wish on each star
For each other...

A time when every moment
Every breath... step... heartbeat...
Is remembered...
Cherished... since they are together.

She continues along.
Dreaming of walking down the isle;
Holding her fathers' arm.
And thinking that now, he won't be the only man in her life.
Making her vows
And being a married lady.
Going on a honeymoon
To the one place she hold priceless in her heart.
A time when she will be carried
Through the threshhold of a new house.
A time when there will be no more searching
For destiny...

She thinks of compassion... beauty... all the things she has
And all the things that her heart will have
She will have him forever..
She thinks of love.



5


Thinking Of You....

What would you be doing at this time?
Every moment I keep thinking the same thing...

I have left my heart somewhere
And now it appears to have become your shadow.
It refuses to come back to me.
But, how could this be true?
You were never here and I was never there.
How did you work wonders on me?

Your thoughts seem to keep me awake
Into the wee hours of the lonely nights.
They don?t even let me do anything
Even during the busy times of broad daylight.
How do I spend my life?
What should I do to end this grief?

Wherever I turn and whatever I do,
I have always your presence felt.
My eyes don?t seem to be taking in
Anything else except you.
You seem to have cast your charm upon me.
How do I break this magic spell?

There must be some intoxication
In every letter that forms your name.
There must be some numbing passion
In your sweet caring voice.
I seem to get lost in your dreams
And every moment I spend in your thoughts.

Are you even thinking about me?
Will you be able to look me straight in the eye,
Judge my feelings and utter few words?
Did you ever think about the emotional ties,
Or are you just having a good laugh
As you see that I am losing my mind?

What would you be doing at this time?
Every moment I keep thinking the same thing.



6

Have you seen my dreams
Playing in your eyes?
Have you seen my hands
Touching your dreams
In my eyes?

It is too simple and clear
After all those smiles
To comprehend your hands
Screaming the loveliness
Your presence radiates.

Hold me for another moment
In the shadow of your hands
Making me so happy like a child
In this Springtime of dreams?


7
She doesn't think she's pretty,
rather that she is quite plain.
I tell her, "No, you're beautiful,
and every time I see you, I fall in love again."

She thinks her voice sounds funny,
she says it's like a child's.
I tell her, "I think it's sexy
and every time I hear it, my passions... they go wild."

She says her eyes are such a strange hue
The color is hard to discern.
I say that makes them magical
and to be lost in them, I yearn.

She says she's not a young woman.
Her hair is no longer dark.
She knows little about love
and she's not sure how to give her heart.

I run my fingers through her hair
and tell her, "I do not care
if your hair is no longer dark
For we'll learn about love together, I know you'll do your part."

She says, " I'll try your patience.
Sometimes I can obsess."
I just smile and say, "No,
I never would have guessed."

She looks into my eyes and smiles,
then snuggles into my arms.
She says, "You must be quite blind and mad to think you love me so.
I'm afraid one day you will clearly see and then you will go."

I kiss her forehead, my smile pressed into her white hair
and say, "I may not be sane,
I never claimed to be but," I whisper,
"For the first time in my life...I clearly see."

SPIRITUAL: SYNCHRONICITY THAT FROM DESTINY

If we observe very carefully we sometimes in our life come across coincidences that can't be explained logically. Broadly speaking, coincidences means incidents happening together that would not happen
together; these are some sort of occurrences of improbable events. We generally treat such coincidences as merely accidental or random events. However, a famous Swedish psychologist/physicist Carl Jung (1875-1961) for the first time coined the term 'synchronicity' to explain such incidences as 'meaningful coincidences' that are not related by any casual events. His concept of synchronicity came through many surprising coincidences his patients shared with him during his practice time, especially as he began to realize that the
occurrences went beyond what could be attributed to mere chances. Since then this subject has been widely deliberated and researched even by the modern physicists especially in the field of quantum physics.

According to Wikipedia, synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated occurring together in a meaningful manner. To count as synchronicity, the events should be
unlikely to occur together by chance. Deepak Chopra in his book entitled Power, Freedom and Grace explained this phenomenon as "though a coincidence may seem to be an accident, in truth there is no such
thing as accident or random event. What we call an accident or a random event, is the nonlocal correlation of the universal mind. Every event is being orchestrated by infinite consciousness, and every event is a conspiracy of infinity of events. Though we may not understand it, the essential truth of the universe is that it's synchronistic and coincidental. Everything is connected with everything else, and if we are in sync with the universe, then we experience synchronicity. The more connected we are the more we experience coincident or simultaneous events".

James Redfield, a famous American author who is notable for one of the most successful books for all times titled 'The Celestine Prophecy' on the New Age Movement. He describes the first insight about following meaningful coincidences in the 'Celestine Prophecy'. He explains that "coincidences, if followed through, are
seen as a way of evolving, to a higher level of vibration. When we are in the flow we experience more synchronous events, more pleasure and less pain. The flow of coincidences is our path to higher ground".

It's true that if we start noticing carefully then such coincidences in our life are not very rare and we can certainly find out the hidden meaning behind those meaningful events. Moreover if study how life has been created on this universe then we find that there are great numbers of incredible and improbable coincidences through which life has originated. In fact, the entire universe is built on an almost infinite number of incredible improbabilities. Perhaps the greatest of all these improbabilities is our own existence as human beings. It can
be clearly established that synchronicity arises from a chain of causality that originates outside physical reality. Since we cannot see where the chain of those events begins and when and where the initial cause arises, the phenomenon is considered acausal. Synchronicities are whole packets of cause and effect spanning past,
present, and future from an alternate timeline that are instantly inserted into the original timeline as a result of intention (Deepak Chopra).

There is now a widely accepted views that synchronicity happens to everyone in their lifetime but very few people are able to comprehend and appreciate those incidents, which otherwise or superficially look random and ill-logical. Such events have for a bigger and meaningful purpose for their life as they are supposed to be turning points of their destiny. The full appreciation of synchronicity is nothing less than our personal connection with the higher intelligence (or we may call God). Synchronicity can be seen as mini miracles through which an infinite consciousness which is the ground of every being manifests itself into our lives. Hence one should accept such kind of coincidences as important guidance from the higher Consciousness or
God. They lead us to a pathway/direction, most appropriate on the long run for our life hence, those incidents should be carefully interpreted and we should derive their profound meaning. We should also keep this in mind that the meaning is not evident in that incident/event itself, but is based solely on the one that interpret or give the meaning. It is our participation in the event that makes it meaningful.

If we look at coincidences as opportunities, then they become meaningful. Once they become meaningful they allow us a heightened form of creativity through a deeper awareness of a greater reality that holds the key to our destiny. So we can think of them as direct clues designed to move along a distinct pathway that will reveal to us the secrets of our own soul's purpose as an evolutionary process that exists in a state of cooperation with a greater more encompassing process ( Meaningful Coincidences – "Synchronicity that forms Destiny" by Linda Gadbois). Modern physicists specially the quantum physicists have offered an explanation for such coincidences which otherwise can't be explained by normal laws of classical physics.

In physics, nonlocality is a direct influence of one object on another distant object, in violation of the principle of locality. Non-locality means an instantaneous communication (or influence) without any exchange of signal through space-time. According to Amit Goswami in 'Self Aware Universe', Carl Jung had a term for the
transcendent domain of consciousness wherein lies the common cause of synchronous events - collective conscious. It is called unconscious because we are unaware of the nonlocal nature of these events. Jung
discovered empirically that in addition to the Freudian personal unconscious, there is trans personal collective aspect of our unconscious that must operate outside space-time, that must benonlocal since it seems to be independent of geographical origin, culture or time.

JOURNAL: WHAT I LEARNED IN MY LIFE

I am making an attempt to recapitulate what I have so far learnt in my life. The process of learning and off course unlearning too is continuous and subjected to changes as we grow psychologically and spiritually in our life time. In this blog I have explained many of these lessons in greater detail.



1. Life can never be smooth. Very often we feel jerks as if we are on rollercoaster ride.



2. While traveling along the undulating road, we learn lessons about life as we come across success and failure, pain and joy, happiness and suffering.



3. Fear of suffering is far more painful than the suffering itself. That's why we fear old age and not the death.



4. We do have a vast ability to change and shape not only our self but also others depending upon how we choose to think, behave and act with others.


5. True and dependable friends are always very few. Most of the time, their numbers do not exceed the magic figure of 10.


6. We get more and more mystified and bewildered if we start exploring/searching answers for the mysteries surrounding our life.


7. We all need God not only for emotional and psychological support but for finding answers to solve life's major puzzles.


8. We all have a very limited capacity to know the true reality around us and the world. The reality we perceive is largely illusionary and very far from the ultimate reality.


9. Pain and suffering very often act like a catalyst in speeding up our spiritual journey.



10. Though we come into this world with a genetically pre-determined psychosomatic body but we have a huge potential to change our behavior, lifestyle, thinking pattern and actions (through neuroplaticity).



11. On quite a few occasions, we come across meaningful coincidences (called synchronicity) but we fail to comprehend those events. However, we do realize the importance of such events later on.



12. Uncertainty and change are the fundamental features of our life and the surrounding world. Accepting that all things – you, me, my body, the world, the universe change all the time can solve half of our problems.



13. Hard conditioning of our behavior and role of subconscious mind in our decision making and actions play a vital role in shaping our destiny.



14. Human nature is fundamentally very fragile because of undercurrent feeling of fear and anxiety (though mostly unreal and unfounded) we encounter most of the time in our life.



15. Race for acquiring things like money, status and power that govern the materialistic world has destroyed the very spiritual nature of man.



16. The most destructive habit in us is allowing our mind to wander and indulge in negative thoughts and emotions like anger and hatred,



17. The world around us is merely a reflection of what happens in our inner world.



18. The worst thing in life would be without hope, faith and love.



19. Small and minor incidents and actions can sometimes have vast and devastating effects on our life and they can change the direction of life's journey.