There is a place which exists
with only the frequency
of a kiss
that flavors the politeness
which removes the tightness
with all boundaries removed
step in to smooth
feel the blowing of the air
surrounding all that is fair
a love engulfing
piracy suggesting
with hopes digesting
no man could be so cruel
inside each and everythere is a heart
the beat tuned
to express no fumes
reach in deep
grab to massage smoothly
deliquescing
all which is fray
tis the time to mend
we were once friends
flowers floating on the stream
beauty comes and it goes
memory cherished
where insights grow
it grew and it grew
bigger than you
welcome
come in
my space is not so thin
the vacuum contains
all that remains
area divided not
my sanctuary lives
the presence is known
wake up to wonder of love
I wrote this poem a few years back when I was going through really difficult times. My nature is not to fight, yet, it appeared I fought for the majority of my life, as many folks have, the nature of fighting to survive. Putting down the weapons is a marvelous state. Anyway, one night as I laid in my bed, with absolutely no thoughts whatsoever, I heard my own heart beating. It was as though I was listening to the universe beating in harmony. The sound of that music still brings such pleasure.
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