sacred wanderings
on dreams winding and soft
through your forest's lush green
where rain is sweet caress
on every leaf bowing beneath
the weight of sunlit drops
in awe of violet skylight
suffusing poppy fields
with ardent shimmer
of seabreeze, seagull cry,
the breath of ocean's salt.
sacred wanderings
over the gold-green fields
in waves of gleaming hillsides,
hedge-lined and oaken-crowned
holding the song of larks
between their stone walls
and looming skies in earthen heart
laden with glow of summer
confined by our souls only.
sacred wanderings
to the incense in the blooming rush
of spraying waterfall,
the source of rainbow paths
soaring to moon and stars,
night ocean's glance,
the secret of your eyes.
(for D.)
March 17, 2018
March 10, 2018
#114
come to my springtime well
nature speaks
her i love yous
my soul wears your scent
blooming in each season
brimming with you
to horizon's extent.
(for D.)
March 06, 2018
Thoughts
Is it possible to really love someone from afar?
Even more, someone whom we have never met in person?
Someone who proves their existence and whom we perceive only by their written and reflected word and by photos?
How much of this is projection, focusing our own desires and dreams on them?
One finds their thoughts, dreams, desires in their words and relates to them, understands them, shares parts of them. Over time they become a part of us. In this way an emotional or spiritual connection is created. We immerse in each other or in their reflection in our ocean. We feel the magic of sharing an inner world. How much is it them, how much ourselves, how much something going beyond ourselves?
We hardly know the circumstances of our lives, we are dark lakes full of secrets to each other. A possibility exists that if we had "only" met in real life nothing would ever have happened between us.
In real life it is always possible to "prove" love by doing something for each other, by being there in everyday or especially difficult situations, by helping each other, by showing attention and affection, by conversations.
In a distant relationship most of this does not exist.
What, after all, is love?
It seems to have the two faces of giving and receiving, the desire to give and to receive. One-sided, unrequited love will probably wilt after a while like an unwatered plant that wants to grow but is unable to do so by its own means only. Probably even the most altruistic forms of love expect something in return, maybe not on behalf of the loved person. One can even feel an inner light growing by emanating it, and that might be sufficient sometimes.
Is it possible to really love someone from afar?
According to the nature of a virtual relationship (in the broad sense) we can only love the visible part, knowing and perceiving the concealed one, being aware that all humans are made of the same matter. In that sense the distance feels close, there is basically no big difference between us, we are connected anyways. Sometimes it appears to me that love would be like an all-connecting ether or energy floating in a neuronal network in which we form nodes.
I think-feel it is possible within its inherent limitations.
Even more, someone whom we have never met in person?
Someone who proves their existence and whom we perceive only by their written and reflected word and by photos?
How much of this is projection, focusing our own desires and dreams on them?
One finds their thoughts, dreams, desires in their words and relates to them, understands them, shares parts of them. Over time they become a part of us. In this way an emotional or spiritual connection is created. We immerse in each other or in their reflection in our ocean. We feel the magic of sharing an inner world. How much is it them, how much ourselves, how much something going beyond ourselves?
We hardly know the circumstances of our lives, we are dark lakes full of secrets to each other. A possibility exists that if we had "only" met in real life nothing would ever have happened between us.
In real life it is always possible to "prove" love by doing something for each other, by being there in everyday or especially difficult situations, by helping each other, by showing attention and affection, by conversations.
In a distant relationship most of this does not exist.
What, after all, is love?
It seems to have the two faces of giving and receiving, the desire to give and to receive. One-sided, unrequited love will probably wilt after a while like an unwatered plant that wants to grow but is unable to do so by its own means only. Probably even the most altruistic forms of love expect something in return, maybe not on behalf of the loved person. One can even feel an inner light growing by emanating it, and that might be sufficient sometimes.
Is it possible to really love someone from afar?
According to the nature of a virtual relationship (in the broad sense) we can only love the visible part, knowing and perceiving the concealed one, being aware that all humans are made of the same matter. In that sense the distance feels close, there is basically no big difference between us, we are connected anyways. Sometimes it appears to me that love would be like an all-connecting ether or energy floating in a neuronal network in which we form nodes.
I think-feel it is possible within its inherent limitations.
March 03, 2018
#112
cathedral and altar
candle and flame
the breath of starlight
permeating stained glass
a prayer soaring
on heart-filled wings
into the sky, golden and black
earthen benevolence
arolla pine scented
warmness of moon-kissed skin
embraced and entwined
desired and accepted
soul-rooted rose.
(for D.)
candle and flame
the breath of starlight
permeating stained glass
a prayer soaring
on heart-filled wings
into the sky, golden and black
earthen benevolence
arolla pine scented
warmness of moon-kissed skin
embraced and entwined
desired and accepted
soul-rooted rose.
(for D.)
March 02, 2018
#111
If you were gone
beyond a hundred hills
into the misty ruins of past
or mirthful heavens' bliss
your footprints strewn
with fallen blooms of spring
bleached by nine summers' suns
soaked by autumn's black puddles
eroded under ice
my soul would search you still
roam lost blue skies
to glimpse your morning star
wander the endless shoreline between hope and lethe
to hear a whisper from your shell of heart.
(for D.)
