Saturday, October 23

Until Next Time

Its kind of, well, its some kind of beauty really.
That ultimately there's a deepening of this knowing self. Of dreams. 
Of not climbing into that self-carved, bottomless grave.
Of finding Zen, and practicing yet again.
Its of knowing self worth and holding it up to the eternal sky.
Its seeing that freckle reflected back in a hazel eye.

She's contemplating various states of aversion and clinging 
yet still
she's searching for a middle way.

Free, like that night creature silently hunting up above.  
Though still warm and pulsating from those star-filled, new moon nights, 
ambitious now
she's releasing love's heart.
And now those nights are fading into full moon mists above mountains mornings, like these.
She's aiming higher
and higher
and higher
like a balloon full of hot air
she's studying buoyancy
and yes
she's rising.

But for now
she's aiming for
Yin
receptive
open. 

Sensing a internal yearning now to be filled
she's learning to fill that open
with her own discovered breath.
In and out. Simple. In and out. Warm and penetrating, like drops of dew
like moaning. 
Like open
she's open.

Sitting on top granite and vanilla pine,
she leans her warm, pulsating body into the changing seasons of time

Autumn
    
              Si g hh hhhhhhhhh

She longs to be filled deep in those crevices of that broken open sigh. Between the G's and H's and the I's. She longs for the gray to grace the stretches of her mind. 

She sits to become completely full of this inside.

Inside this body

                                                                                                 

Inside this mind