CPoetry

when the almond trees bloom their white walls, i will meet You there. a secretive Love is not beautiful in its category of being a Love; a secretive Love is beautiful in the maintenance of its  keeping ; the keeping of a secret as ours is a Love even more beautiful than the latter. ::: spring: it is time for flight! it is time to leave the thinking-past so the purity of presence can spread its wings as a future-to-fly-fast. soar upward and up! reach higher than the mother tree who cradled you in her arms. she will smile warmly. our bird souls do not know the miracle of flight unless we are born nesting in unmoving stillness; idleness before expanse; fabricated boundaries; before abstractness; tree branch before sky. eventually, the wandering within us tells us home-sweet-home is there-sweeter-everywhere. ::: sunflower, if i have to present a green face, it's towards you. Darling, why so? you

before i was this near, Your destruction could not dismantle the foundations by which my soul stood. before i was this near, i knew strength but and i am here---standing--- in front of You---and--- i cannot believe what i know now that i did not know before. now, this near to the precipice, i fortify a white-flag-surrender to this: strength is too strong for something as fragile as this precipice. the Art of Collapse  is a weakening of what i previously thought was strength---no---in fact just a facade of it; it is an illusion of keeping-in posed as keeping-out what i really need destroyed. i am at the precipice and i am learning, from you, the Art of it: a vulnerability that breaks way before the actual collapsing event. ::: i see what we are about to do  with two similar, yet different, outcomes; as for one, this kiss will be the Point of No Return. as for the other, this kiss will be the Home of Whole Return. simultaneousl

mm-bop! when She dances there is no chance i could take her hand even when i jig-jive-dip-and- dive with the best of them. oh yeah, never. She is too good for whatever you do however you move, but She may look your way if the ears become your feet and your soul is what rocks-sways- and-slides in between. She, yeah her, Rhythm. if you find her within yourself she may just turn-her-head- over-a-shoulder your way. keep up, young pup. let us see what you got; what is within? (or leave with not.) ::: pear-olive eyes shows an untainted beauty that was once painted with behavioral coo-calling. one day, as it came, pear-olive eyes realized a change of heart was a change of disguise-- a piece of face-covering-cloth that mystifies (some); pear-olive eyes wrapped and laid in maroon hijab to become untainted and to revitalize a nativity Pear-olive eyes felt was an act of personal saintism; it was a covering that freed something within

give what is not yours because what is not yours was given to you to give; live and let live. give and let give. ::: Knowledge: "What say you and I set this one straight--- let it be the end-all-be-all." Wisdom: "As you wish my friend. What will it be then?" Knowledge: "Brilliant! Well, let's begin with stating everything we know--our greatest lessons we've learned! You start." Wisdom: "I'm sorry but---I don't think I have much to say in regards to lessons I've learned." Knowledge: "Oh I don't believe that for a second! You're the Wise one. Come on then!" Wisdom: "My friend, maybe you know all the lessons, but I only know one--its more of a teaching actually." Knowledge: "Hmm. Go on." Wisdom: "All I know and all I have been taught is bewilderment." Knowledge: "Bewilderment!&q

is enduring, this. is all-curing, this. painly surpassing, was. suffer not-lasting, was. again, enduring. endless, enduring. ::: You keep me not full but famished, famishing, and i famish; You keep me hungry in all forms. this never-satisfied-state makes me uncomfortable but persistent, in the conquest for what Your soul feeds me. ::: there is a glimmer in the eyes of the one whom broke the glass of his or her past hurts; will you let the hurting numb? will you let the cracking come? will you feel the shattering sum? out from this, you will See yourself again. ::: Ad: Lady Liberty bestows the Land of Dreams  (with the occasional land mines placed strategically to detonate Destiny's connotation but not its definition; its definition remains while its connotation stays empty ---a castle word  with arrows pointed atop its walls) to All*! asterisk equalling a few.