Just there

And there, in the witches' house

I found my peace and I found Her.

The Bewitched.

The Goddess hidden in my soul.

The mysterious one.

The one that builds shelters 

out of crooked wood

And puts the shadow of a bonfire 

Right in the middle of one.

The one that touches my 

foot

When I lay it down on

Dewy soft grass.

The one that only comes out

As I have today seen,

On a misty sunny day,

Surrounded by onion 

fragrances 

And shady rays of mystery.

The one that shows up in 

flowers disguised as weeds.

The one that tickles my 

heart

At the sight of a black

duckling.

The one that opens me

To the vast Serene

And the one that shouts the 

Truth from the mouth of a screaming baby. 

Maybe the Beloved.

I wanted to bring home a 

piece of Her on my way back

But she was green and 

tough to break under my

greedy material hands.

I was also Deluding myself. 

The Love Weight

I guess the pain never even left my body-
The anesthesia worked for me,
As it works for millions.
-It's the cure of the century-

I heard your voice,
I cried inside,
Yet felt equally happy
In our contrived friendship.

You heard my voice,
And your silent perception of it
Left me all confused.

Or was it perhaps my perception of your perception?

I knew it wouldn't last long though, this pain...
'T was just the misery of a cloudy sky.
That fell down on me
Like heavy mist over a mountain.

I wondered then, was the mountain enveloping me
Or was it me enveloping the mountain?

Although the answer was unknown,
It sure felt like I was carrying the weight of the mountain on my shoulders.

The love weight.
So heavy and plain.

So I proceeded then to restore the power balance,
Allowed myself to be carried by the mountain,
And rested in my pure consciousness,
In a universe of love.

Being pious doesn't interest me

You were more pious than I was
And so you moved away from me.
I was a sinner and I knew it,
I kept my pride and continued on.

Being pious doesn't interest me.

Yet had you asked had I felt your contempt,
Attempt of murder to my shaken heart,
It hit me like a stone,
And blinded me to love.

And though I never pretended to be who you thought I was,
You had high expectations of what my love should be.
But you see, to someone who doesn't know me
These words don't mean a thing.

Hearts

The simplicity of two hearts,
Both close and wide apart,
Struggles to breaks free from the intricacies of the mind
And freely float out of chronological time.

To reach the temple of love,
My Self guided me to you,
I left my other self behind,
And found instead a Me and You.

You quietly turned inwardly,
And back you came with honesty;
You taught me love can be as strong,
As you and I can make it be.

You led me kindly with your eyes,
To waters running deep.
I followed gently.
You met me in a kiss.

Our kiss could tell
That love was real
With beating of the hearts,
That whispered to each other.

You taught me feelings of joy
I never knew existed,
And stayed with me in times of pain,
Quiet and calm and still.

You showed me you were there with me
When even in the midst of passion,
You argued, loved and hated me,
Lifting me up, putting me down...
The soul of living hearts indeed!

Thank you for laughing here with me
Frowning and being mad,
Crying and getting angry,
Smiling and being happy.

And now, at the end of everything I shared...
That something special about you
Yet once more could not be put into words.
But know that I know it,
And that I love it,
Each day, more and more.

Destiny

I loved you too strong
In too short a time
And had to let you go.
I suffered in silence
At the thought of losing you completely.

There are things one needs to learn
And things one needs to unlearn.
You gave me peace and tenderness,
I shattered your temple instead.

I had a dagger in my heart
For about a day or two;
Too much caffeine, obviously,
And talking without thinking,
And feeling without talking.

Gazing in and mystifying our souls
In the fire of life,
We briefly warmed each other's hearts,
In an attempt to bridge two inseparable worlds.

Oneness

Oneness

The path was laden with truths

I had arrived at light eons before

Yet which were hidden just beneath the surface

Of an ever-transforming consciousness.

The vast sea was serene,

Nakedness surrounding the different shades

Of a luminous sky

Which stood still.

The stillness, in turn, surrounded my soul,

And feasted on emptiness;

A void filled with sacredness

In a body of love.

Pregnant with humanity,

Through the portal of space and of time,

The gods were delivering me

Into the field of the unspoken,

Unknowingly breathing the love of Creation.

I started gazing into the eyes of another,

Hoping to discover my divine essence;

My divine essence smiled back at me,

Then turned me toward the gooeyness of existence.

Your eyes contained your pain,

Your fears and your hopes,

And your energy was touched by the sparkle of solitude.

My eyes contained your pain.

Your eyes contained my pain,

My fears and my hopes,

And in the energy between us

Our senses opened for togetherness.

Madonna and the Whore

You shaped me out of the white marble
That embellished the pavement you were stepping on
And unaware of such self-involved objectifications,
You then pressed it to the ground and walked on.

Constructed in the dark corners of your imagination,
The sculpture came into being
With a life of its own,
But of your very own design.

You did not see the woman hiding in the depths of her horizons 
Nor could you see the child who was scared and crying;
Appearance was what coloured your perspectives
While you tentatively tapped in just beneath the surface of your feelings.

You painted out a silhouette that belonged to a Madonna,
If there was more to it,
Oblivious, you didn't know it;

And oh, the Madonna was in fact a whore.

Little did you know
The whore was made 
Of Light and Shadow
Beams of hope and sheer delight
Reflected on the surface
Of the calm nature of the Human Spirit.