The root of beauty has pierced my soul, And the marvel of passion has carved thousands lines on palms of my heart. Ending is close, the wounds are bare and my soul is fertile. Inside me, borders are disappearing in mist of love, From a place deep within, a God is rising in a shape…
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Lingering in love
Our two bodies Naked, next to each other Lie down On the golden sands of desires; Behold the undiscovered gentle touch Of destiny, in moments. You climb on top my breath Firmly touch my senses My eyes gazing in yours Yours, the quiet deep green color Of faraway kingdom of love; Mine, a feverish golden…
In esctasy
The space between us; The breathing of dark earth ascending air behind the moon’s white tent. Along the long grass Young night smiles At the solitary dance of love up through the passage of my heart, where the blessed wounds of seeking him shines. Something opens in centre of my body, too much fire, too…
Diary of a Mystic 