Cycle
I observe, ask, listen, speak, open up……A crack emerging once again.
Uncontrollable craving shows his face.
I react, share, touch, sigh, reflect……I’m content, experiencing calmness.
Until the cycle is complete……
10-03-2016
_Driandayaba_
I observe, ask, listen, speak, open up……A crack emerging once again.
Uncontrollable craving shows his face.
I react, share, touch, sigh, reflect……I’m content, experiencing calmness.
Until the cycle is complete……
10-03-2016
_Driandayaba_
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…
In order 2 sustain, love must B able 2 survive outside the bubble. It’s a moment in our created timeline, carrying insecurity as a name. It’s the boarder that pulls us in and out our comfort zone. It’s like sleeping with windows open regarding the weather. It’s not seeing the other in the flesh for…
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,…
There is a saying; ‘Ignorance is a bliss’. Personally more likely a safeguard. The more or less I know myself the more or less I tolerate. The more or less I feel the more or less I open up. The more or less I accept the more or less I love myself. The more or…
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…
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