We hadn’t hooked up for many years.
Five years ago I saw a glimpse of you, it made me smile inside.
Yearning for more.
I’ve missed you.
Your smile, being balanced, altruistic, loving, caring, understanding, sweet, creative, conscious, spiritual, wise & soothing.
I know…. it was my own neglect.
It won’t happen again.
Now I experience more than a glimpse.
You my true love has been Me, Myself & I all along.
-Driandayaba-
27-04-2016
I See I Hear I Feel I Taste I Touch Life as it comes my way. Presence of abundance a peaceful thought. Trust without prove. Being selfish & egoistic as a path to self-worth that leads to sharing unconditionally. Self-control my only real control. Answering the main question:”Am I my own best friend? Accepting what…
Captured by reason blown away into pieces. The rhyme in the song of life keeps me moving. Rationally fed through nurture. Driven by needs and surprised by the unexpected. Senses keep me hostage by carrying a positive rage to consume through my wants. It’s knowingly, willingly and able to. This is, was and will be…
We both must fall in order to rise up again. Chase birds away and meet again. Dressed, but yet feel so naked. I also dropped many to save me. Who are we fooling? Its in our nature to change colors in order to remain in a different state. Build up a reserve to get us…
Restlessness whispers at times. Loudly pulling & kicking in my core. Do it, take it, I feel you want it. Just a bit, not to much. Seduction, I notice & give permission to enter. Chemistry designs the precise calculations needed. Gasping for oxygen while receiving the opposite. Elevating heart-rate while calming the alert senses. Blindfolded,…
The truth will set us free as it being a strong force. The angle in this is many perceptions, enable different truths. Wich ones are deceptions, created by our own minds or of the others. How do we distinguish what is ours, the others or the general truth? Is it the owner of morals who…
My past shaped me into a proud woman. No regret what so ever. My present wants to mould me in something I’m not. Heartbreak lines appear. My future is a pencil line. I carry the eraser. -Driandayaba- 27-04-2016