~
I’ve begun to question
my needing you
~
the way
just the need
fills me
~
If I give this strong current
room
to move me
in ways
unexpected
~
unhindered
~
through the wet ground of my being
~
am I becoming
a flower
in the jungle
of wild light?
~
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Poetry of Light 
I love these lines, through the wet ground of my being. You are a flower, realising the sun.
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And so, my friend on the frontier…
it’s coming to
allowing every physical sensation,
and questioning the rote response….
without needing an answer answer answer
I’m definitively grateful
for our virtual companionship
across great seas….
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Electric! Agree with MaskedNative: “through the wet ground of my being…”–luscious. Thank you.
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Electric indeed….
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Yep, ‘the wet ground of my being’ is doing it for me also! Strange how some images just strike .
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Once there’s a surrender of flesh it’s complete
I’m taking lessons
There’s no loss
except of my illusions
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brain activity
triggering
pulsating amebas
~
transcending
traditional
geography
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Totally enchanting…
what can I say
amoeba bouquets
There is no measure
in kinship
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I love the thought of the ‘need filling me’. A lovely sensual piece which is also austere.
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Sometimes…that’s exactly what it is… the need filling me. The question is, what is this yearning and if I open to it?
Always glad to see you here, MJ
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It is a question that plagues people in different forms, in their own unique words and ways. Perhaps, the answer we all seek is elusive, or at best, available in small fragments of knowledge, truth… 🙂 Have a good week ahead!
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Very rich and deep.
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Thank you Alice..glad you found something here while on the road.
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Thanks for keeping me inspired. 🙂
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The need itself becomes overbearing, a voice that resonates more than hopefully, more than eagerly. It begins, in the expanding silence, to echo angrily in quite unrecognized places of the heart.
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If I fall
hungry one
you will steal
from both of us
as we wither
If I open my arms wide
will you do the same?
Is our heart big enough?
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Your words are as ever well chosen and inspiring. Desire can be quite predatory. Taking in. Closing off. It is so very human. Yet in the opening, the expansiveness of love, there is a growing and a giving. A sharing. Thank you for your response. You’ve got me thinking this morning. As you always do.
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Beautiful.
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I wish you could see how I’m responding to these poems… instead I’m just leaving “Like” tracks. Think of them pressed into the snow and brimming with the night sky howling.
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We share a similar passion Chris, for this beautiful earth… in the rooted songs and flighted whispers. Another favorite, thank you! I needed to hear this language today. It’s so interesting how things come back around…
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