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Laying exposed, raw and naked here in your flowing arms. My heart beats, louder, stronger, sublimely faster. I wonder how I got here... Patient.  Fine.  Balanced.  Kind. Grateful for everything that has lead me here. I used to dream of making love to an artist, a poet, as I heard they drank you in, swallowed life in a different way. It feels so good when your soul rubs up against mine. Familiar, safe, intoxicating, body tender and true, I peak with this slow arousing as you, dear life, enter My Heart so slowly. I See your beauty as a poem, free and fluid and flowing. Let our art, our body and words, be raw and real, remain, Intimate. Potent,  Open Alive. I dreamt A Goddess, The Wild, would paint the fire in my eyes, that I would burn to feel this kiss. I didn’t realise you were creating all kinds of endless crazy as love poured, honey like, warmth sticky, sun upon my wanton back. Writhing, releasing, bliss, this writing delicious, sensual, alive poet...

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‘The ultimate state of love is freedom, and any relationship that destroys freedom is not worthwhile. Love is a sacred art.  To be in love; is to be in a holy relationship.’ ~ Osho

"Uncommon Bond"

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In a 2013 essay , the poet Ilya Kaminsky identifies a literary tradition in which poetry shades into something like apophaticism—a way of doing theology that recognizes the inability of language to fully capture God.  In the work of poets such as Paul Celan and Gerard Manley Hopkins, Kaminsky argues, words are wrenched and contorted in order to express that which exceeds words.  Language begins to break down and, in its breaking, to gesture toward the unsayable. "Even sleep is a prayer, Lord, I will praise your madness, and in a language not mine, speak of music that wakes us, music in which we move. For whatever I say is a kind of petition, and the darkest days must I praise." Excerpt from  Author's Prayer by  Ilya Kaminsky Poet Ilya Kaminsky was born in the former Soviet Union city of Odessa. He lost most of his hearing at the age of four after a doctor misdiagnosed mumps as a cold, and his family was granted political asylum by the United States in...

Watch How The Flower Blooms In such times of shifting values,  what remains standing is that which holds its worth  under any degree of pressure or scrutiny.  Be steady. Be true.  Be an anchor and you'll never keel...  Vibrant ~ Light ~ Exquisite All I've ever wanted is for you to Be Happy. That does not need to include me.  Your Happiness is Your Responsibility.  I will support you in that.  My love is unconditional. (my trust and respect are not) Your actions are irrelevant.  For In Loving, I Am ... Love.  #luceatluxvestra

"Grief is unexpressed Love" You are so l,oved ~ Rest Well Brother

Sweet creative, uniquely incomparable, lived large, played hard,  our parasympathetic play ground break point laughs loud, rest well,  surfs UP, tuned In. 

40 years of favourite house music. So Much Heaven #luceatluxvestra 10/08/79

Vicarious enmeshment, more meal ticket moments Love and Let Live. Or die.  To The Death of A Slow Certain Strangulation This, The Web of an Unlived Lie. (said The Spider To The Fly  said the hipster's BFF daughter)