This World is a World of Forgetting

This World is a World of Forgetting

This world is a world of forgetting. We thrive on forgetfulness; it is the stuff of life. We play out the play that has been foreordained by the beloved. For she loves to hide and to seek after herself. A longing for the first kiss that seeps its essence into the...
Each Man’s Trials

Each Man’s Trials

The light is fading Its fading from my eyes The darkness is near Its shadowy thorns appear Where and whence What trial lies before me It is for this For this I have come Life is playing Its always been doing so We are the play itself. The play transcending itself....
Standing before you, naked

Standing before you, naked

How long the winds have blown away my worries I seep in your essence without any hesitations Moving in your direction I fall here and there Whence the opportunity comes The chance to set free my heart The love in here is a silent sanctuary waiting for you graceful...

The love of the song

There was a sweet melody playing from a far Distant from all directions so it seemed… There is a sweet melody playing very near my beloved can you hear? it is playing here. The melody is played by immaterial hands on unfathomable infinite strings, tuned to the...

Three short poems

Truth sings when the formless meets brimming void Colorless breeze from sparkling blue seas kisses the trees Black rose with seven red thorns droplets of blood Here are three short poems/haikus. Yours Daniel...
If you ask the beloved

If you ask the beloved

If you ask the beloved, why? She will either make you laugh or cry. If you ask the beloved, how? She will tell and your knees will bow. If you ask the beloved, when? Now and here, as it has always been. If you ask the beloved about love, Like the moon, she will be...

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