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Lovers
arched
swan necks
gliding white, entwining
shadows deep...
braiding the twilight
like two pale cobras
caressing, blessing,
climbing the Caduceus
entering the Eye of Thoth
raised into Hermes' gaze,
He who watches from on high...
Strato-spherical visions
floating in the ozone
clear and cold azure
Stradivarius symphony
holds us aloft
surrounds in sympathy
bold but soft
in heaven above
gazing like gods
at our turquoise jewel,
Earth below...
closer to our Father
but still a long way from home.

Intimacy
Breathe
me in
While I drink you down...
Our essences that drive
The pulses singing
Through two bodies
Moving, in union
Communing
Ebbing and flowing
On a timeless tide
Glowing
With the day that remains in night.
Intimate, we imitate
Finished future spheres
Built by the earthly and ethereal,
Angelic and humanic.
Close, how close,
Can two people be?
Closed, they'll never
See the sea.
Touch my breath
Breathe my touch
Hear my voice
Speak your choice...
Do I sense a fence?
No offence!
There are no subdivisions
In the real estate of the heart:
It is a Real Estate.
Beauty gives, beauty calls
Paints her Master Peace
To hang
In illumined halls
Where tread
Our fleeting footfalls
Fading quickly behind
As up the spiral staircase
Within Varuna's conch we run
Bent headlong into to the teeth
Of His mighty breath
That regales us with His song...
And leads these wandering Nomads
Back to their ancient roots
To the domain of Monads
And Om, and Om, and Om,
They roamed, to other fiery worlds.

Salty
Tears (Part 1)
Where
the desert of the heart
Becomes the beach,
Footprints break
This symmetry of sand
Embraced by the sound
Of washing water...
Ceaseless sea immortal
Whaling wall of sound
Roaring silence
Absorb my screams
Send them back
As foaming
Laughter lagers.
I quaff my spirits down
Refreshed and blessed
To face new quests.

Salty
Tears (Part 2)
Autumn
leaves blowing
Through springtime tears
Letting go the husks
To birth future years.
Antartic heart sleeps long
As summer sings so strong
Waiting for the thaw
Shelter from the squall.

Single
Sex
I have
given up
my phantom lovers
that beckoned me
from secret pages
within minds wardrobe...
from dusty memories
of ancient conquests
I relinquish them all
and devote myself to
the greatest Lover of All
unmasked and naked
in Her truth.
Akbar's
Agra Fort
Impassive
palace
Remain you witness
To the winds of living souls
That wander through
Your silent courtyards.
Their voices echo
Around ancient pillars
Beckoning memories
from the faded marble
Of lives that dwelt within.
And the Ancient One
The sun, beats down,
Wheeling vultures cry
Gazing from on high
At chimeras dancing
Across the terraces,
Vanishing
Vaporous and wraithlike
Back to their ghostly graves
Among the graceful arches.

Venkatesa
Dare
I gaze upon
His effulgence,
This face of fire
Fading with grace
In the dusky Tamil twilight...
Farewelling
My Indian summer
As autumn begins
Yellow, leaves old sins
To dry and blow away
With dusty death.

Mystery
of our Past (Part 1)
sol-itary
like the Sun
eclipsed at dawn...
mourning's black veil
reflects upon night's
ancient dragon tail,
alone, so bereft,
abandoned...
mines on the moon
gape darkly asking:
who robbed our gold?

Mystery
of our Past (Part 2)
scorpion
awaits
watches sandy wastes...
standing crying cross
echoing ancient agony
ghostly
bouncing about
dark desert dunes,
uttered in olden days
reverberating still, says
"My God, My God,
why hast thou
forsaken
me?"
tears of blood
flesh that wept
for a soul so stretched
heart which marched
upon the heels of hell,
scorching
humanity's profanity.
Now, we would-be
self-crucified
cradled children,
the least can
sacrifice...
move from
sacral to sacred
die to dire desire,
then sweat be sweet
when Purpose we meet.
Watering
the Lotus
The
rain has been soaking
quiet and gentle
throughout the night
through my souls cloak
that slides away, wet
and heavy, as dawn alights...
unmasked heart starts to sing
with the feathery morning
chorus...unshackled wings
depart
my nocturnal prison
of wandering shadows
escape
toward Eternity.
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