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Autoimmune Disease -
a patient mirrors the world

Dedication to Doris

Veiling mist in eyes
crystal clear
Divinity of tenderness

Some twenty years ago
two met to knit
Chosen sisterhood

Hardest strike
for the one not hallucinating
from high fever

Narrow alley warmth
its end dripping down two-way street
full hearts in both

Juxtaposition ... Jukebox

Blue notes
Flying higher

Light and Happy Fingertip

winking
car to car

all teenager years
passes by that flash

racing images
heartbeats

reflex
detour ... gazes

brighter potentials
in the darkest night

enjoying punctuation
inclusion of full stop - period

Sept 25th

Confirmation ... Bingo

never a swamp nor waterlogged

flower petals withering
one by one
life pages
the scented freshness of
passage

hunched in
mist
waves liberating
step by step
floor screen, sky amidst sea

see senses
sensational
heartbeats
one by one even the missed
echoes of  perfection, heart murmur

open palm
drops running
lifeline
whether cross or star
the energy dictates by movement

love essence to expand

Ali Baba cave
whale's stomach
sitting amidst
richness and dizziness
do I leak

Befriending mirrors
shadows
antique
dreams lost and found
calmness of open heart

Itchiness of throat
melting away
going beyond pain
embracing
all

Mountain peak
solitude landscape
observing valleys
to interact and caress -
feel the breath of oneness

No more dichotomy
the new age
shining within my ruins
smile behind vision
sweet surrender

Arabella, drifting in silence

after midnight, pacing out
pain dimensions
along moon shadows
grandfather's Arabella Nordmende
mending the yearn tune

Rivulets

Antique along photos
child- teenager- mourning young lady
the distant mash me

so close looming out of dust
family house once sealed
at the end times home

pain and laughter
all the echoes
mine

gate keeper of memories
keys' friction calling dawn
light curtain

15th of September 2010 ... blink ... 2 years

Humming to return, the latest spiral round foolishness of transparency cutting edge time folds to unfold shedding what is not to build in essence. I am the sound and its mystery. Divinity of be and undulations.

Simplicity of

bee buzzing
on top
expanding hill
honey licks
kite

along the river
tenderness of the tilted
in eclipse to merge
oneness of magnetic field
from lapping to crashing then different lapping

gazes that bloom
complete surrender the solved

open gate elevated closer

to breath, breeze and strong wind

bursting 

fingers to cling then flutter
withered variables on the beyond
glowing aura
celestially shade
lingering there

...

haunted by that simplicity

...

Width and Depth

rainbow to engulf
naked trees
past tears
the walk
that voices

Again & Against

Race against weather
Aboard memories

Spiraling rounds

Low sky
Immensity of outer space

Tinge of cold

swaying flame
on dinner table
exposed
hesitant to choose
between lovers

Note of nonsense and senses

Walk me through the rhythm between piano notes that light fingertips and your gazes crossing deserts to twinkle upon a mirage past a floating leaf to be pinned on a page, rivers of lust sculpting palm and hills of lingering. 

Jotting down expansive contradiction

Bright colors standing ovation for light jade river that rumbles its mystery. Fertile autumn of black clouds looming across new born day moon recklessly happy double underlined by an escapade trail. One observation of life stories. Seeing me in what is.

Innsbruck Escapade

Hotel lobby five stars
Bright lights and chatter
Warm fingertips of an antique
Tourism of gazes
Within velvelty embrace

Insight

"Expressions that sculpt the beholder's mood, heart of rhymes the secretive sounds"

Faraway on mountain's top, listening to the depth of wind brushing valleys. I am that ache and serenity. Out of mind, out of sight.

Cave in to key-hole

the missed ... solid
friction in purse
voicing yearn
with each step
depth of wounds
rusty memories
keyhole
amid
family saga house
smell of soaked tears
hanging laughter
all sealed by escaping
to eventually return
playing the rhythm
such a venture into
autumn

Whose round is it?

a tear forging its path
as her gaze clung to
his transparency
in a parallel world
the sweetest bite

Beats

Sacred bells
On the wild ankle
Circling to forge lust

A catch in voice

hinged kissing velvety petals
vase of rearrangement with tears
the grave's brooch
pine trees to tiptoe out of
pinning face deep into the blues

Departure

early autumn
haunted by swirls in the wind
"doppio espresso liscio"
one lonely
sip

Hunted by Absence

forgotten alley and shade
smelling warmth around noon
slow walk
stumbling across a tear
the missed awaken

Floral Memory

Rising to be engulfed that night
Drizzling rain and cello music
Calla lily looming out


(Musical background: YouTube - Memoirs of a Geisha Soundtrack-10 The Garden Meeting )

Once upon a sighting

paper plane
with each swirl
excitement of rainbow
I am eight
he is nine and mine

Fluttering Meadow

Drifting butterfly
Tugging
Childish wonder

On each petal
Giggle
Such a breeze

Heart journey
of no end nor target
Divine breath

Blue blur
As butterfly emerges within
Tugging worlds & words

sleepless night

racing my shadow
for first ray

ascending to sleep
white to white

calling me for
ripples

but just before
dribble & a hymn

To leave

Few days and I am leaving. Writing is my passion. Never wanting to stop. Creating a new home blog is not worth the trouble.  Shall I continue here ... Not knowing ... Quite rough waters the past month ending a Swiss journey that was Russian mountains ride... Returning soon back to Beirut. Happy about leaving. Will take full year of lingering free, a drifting scent.




Leaving ...
Packing experiences to age
In one eyelash flutter

In one windy flutter
So much clutter
How much time has elapsed

How much pain has elapsed
Appetite for  blank
Excitement of first word

First word, first visit upon landing
The pine cemetery
Green on blue blur

Blur rejoining my wings
Authentic integrity in my grip
Foolishly nomad and the wind

Nomad or pinkish bedouin
Characteristics of a black bourgeoise
To arrive soon

Arriving back ...
To unpack reflections
Dust shifting

Dust shifting
Sunny skinny dip in
Bret Mars champagne glass

Foolish journeys along their glasses
Haiku or Gogyohka
Careless about the dress

Careless about any dress
Listening to my inner voice
Within me fractal world

Pledging for my sweet insanity
To sparkle and be
Foolishly divine


(CHEERS! Salutations to Zorba the Greek ... 
Dance & Spread Heart Laughter)