When I write I am one with an eternal moment of now, inspiration and the focus of what I will transpire in this realm or to- be- poem.
You never know when the moment arrives or when is this "eternal" now. But when it comes it`s sheer divine.
I learned to cherish those moments. They connect me eternally to Creator as Love that is all that is.
One of those is this fresh one, created tonight. All it took was a photo of the woman I love (complicated story but she carries parts of essence of my soul mate- we`re not together here and now in physical) and poem was born.
That`s what Love does
Even if I wanted to put myself on ruin,
of everyday’s false hopes,
of humanity all in ropes,
of greed, darkness -abandoned hope.
For deepest things cannot be stirred,
save by love ,grace and beauty.
To bloom in full moon or bright daylight
It is their call , their duty.
I say not- I am haunted!
By your eyes or your smile.
But I dare to venture further
In these fields of dreams where we shine.
Do not blame your heart
in this treacherous time.
For deserting you
forsaking your life.
Such are the ways of the heart ,
unknown to many and most of all – us.
Bestowing upon you -I am- my soul,
to nurture your flame, kindling your heart.
Doing so, I do it freely.
For I know what your heart desire!
To be ,to feel ,to burn
that Love we all crave-that life.
There is no holier aim
in this game that we call life,
than to be and love without shame
for each soul-that is art.
And I share my art with you…
This blessing from heavenly realms ,
to quench your pain unseen by all.
To heal your soul, wounded heart.
For that`s what I do...
that`s what Love does.