The nightingale and the Rose

~The Nightingale and Rose O beloved, Last night I walked in the rose garden alone, Air was full of your fragrance, I looked everywhere for a sign Of your passing, perhaps a thread of your hair, Or your fingertips, mark at edge of a leaf. Behind the dark garment of night I found a crushed…

Pilgrimage of Heart Cont…Oneness

Pilgrimage of Heart continues… Oneness Jan – April  2021. It has been a while since I shared on my heart pilgrimage. The last one was  in December 2020 while After a heavy clearing on land and vibration of the Nicosia, I found myself moved back to a isolated resort in Mazotos in about 20 miles…

I am awake always

The songs of waves Unwrap my soul, leave me with ache of loving all. The hunting beauty of unknown Brings me closer to ecstasy and joy unwritten poems in throat of time. Ah, beloved Let me rest in gaze of stars, intimate with floating clouds,  racing birds, bid me farewell passing through dream of life.…

Blow me a kiss

Such a love, such a mystery heart is. Pondering in my old poetry, smiling to unmeasured beauty inside... Ah Beloved, Ah beloved, you are here and I Am gone.. Beloved,I am in love,touch meAnd I melt.Blow me a kissAnd I disappear. I am here,Because of you.I am the effectOf your cause. The chamber of heart,Width…

A Chant

In the corner of garden A silent flower Dances with wind, mantra of " Thank you". Soft touch of grace On rim of dreams. The beloved face Untouched, Just close enough Intimate enough With fingertips of my heart. Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self Meeting Self, What a beauty This mystery is. Moments of recognition No…

Rite of passage/ Flame of One

The Rite of passage has begun. When the greatest mystery is no longer a mystery, when the secret of lifetimes is unveiled, the game of time has no longer have an effect on a free mind. The New earth is a stage for such a happening. Truth can never be told, or taught, the physical…

Pilgrimage of Heart

The mute self trembles in the chain of events,going through dark tunnels and cavesto find faith again. The pure origin behind all happenings;where the mother earth holds all returning.Witnessing; like a silent treestill and grounded; observes dance of leaves.Fragments of passing seasons; falling soundlessbelow my breasts, bring all buried sorrowsto the surface.Beneath pain and despair;hundred…