Catching up on what I wrote (second week of September)

Catching up on what I wrote during the second week of September:
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blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
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for her birthday
she plants rainbows
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to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
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Storytelling

She closes her eyelids to taste light on her skin from within her soul. Then, the breeze rushes the surge of her delight. Her heart sways a beat by the river of life. He picks it up on the other side: A beaming star.

Storytelling

I was eighteen
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight

haiku

sunlit stars
through my fingertips
the sound of I am

Storytelling (Delphi)

room 11 by the river
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth

3 lines

between north star and my heartbeats
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence

Catching up (early September)

Catching up on what I wrote early September:
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jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
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holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
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soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
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Catching up (August)

Catching up on what I wrote in August:
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earth sings in flowers
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in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
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the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
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emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
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homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
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pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
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incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
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to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
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from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
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first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
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leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
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resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
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his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
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carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
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caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
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petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
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fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
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to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
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unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
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the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
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sculpturing wind
her feelings
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the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
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amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
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Catching up (July)

Catching up on what I wrote in July:
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zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
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just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
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broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
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360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
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twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
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in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
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full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
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in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
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green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
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your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
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chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
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barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
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a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
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to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
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no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
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morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
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to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
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picking cherries
mouth to mouth
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risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
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breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
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eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
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exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness

(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
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flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
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Storytelling

the way her silk gown flutters
slow and deep breathing
bee in and out of its hive
he ventures to seed then nuture
oneness flight through her portal
ebb and flow of delight
giving more in being open to receive
his name her mantra
that moans in open wings
flirting with inner sky
the way her silk gown flutters
to create butterflies

Note

I have been traveling. I will be updating my blog as soon as possible. Love you reader. Thank you for  holding the space for my writing.

storytelling

the way the tilt of your face
lingers next to my lower lip
left leg embracing my right hip
just to breathe in
morning light

storytelling

shadows accentuate light
to erase labeling plus reacting
brush strokes enriching depths
she is the extreme too
full presence through void

haiku

red line service
between the creator and me
sunset

micropoetry

to slip out of time into the bliss of eternity
first kiss and a whisper

haiku

black ink on cosmic blue
how crow punctuates moon gazing
the necessity of void to know

micropoetry

she tastes the light rain to feel its rhythm
and know how she is made of light, rain and rhythm

storytelling

with her fire breath
she clears his energy field
back to its birthing by pure source
not angel nor saint
lover in surrender

storytelling

his steady gaze
into her cleavage
diving dolphin

bursting out to breathe in
sunset lips and slight parting

storytelling

half moon
playing peekaboo
how canny of him to use

tall buildings and his dark side
while I am driving

micropoetry

his dream sways
the length of her hair

micropoetry

the way to haunt him
jasmine breeze

storytelling

the way you break me open
for my scent to spread its wing
not realizing I am to be your breeze

haiku

this cool summer night
floating on the whisper of waves
I am nothing

haiku

for her to breathe
holding the space
sunset breeze

storytelling

in her suitcase
few drawings of jasmine breeze
she leaves
dew on pavement
boarding the unknown in luxury

storytelling

of white roses her every cell vibrates
and he rushes to a how to solve her mystery
in a tender gaze she commands him just enjoy what is

haiku

terrorist attack
sirens amplify the silence
deepening night

haiku

wild flowers
amid her hair
his fingertips

haiku

midnight drifting snow
each particle a moon
the wind trails

haiku

falling upward
the rains confess
where my homeward gravity

storytelling

the way a birdsong falls to ear
her good morning kiss
side view smile on dreaming face

deep breath
sight of flutters on swirling light beam

storytelling

to hum
curling inward
for her inner child
healed by reparenting herself
soft linen and fragrance of love

micropoetry

she unknots her wrist watch to be in the moment

haiku

the unfurling of silk scarf
sunward she daydreams
his breath on skin

3 lines reflection

at the moment of goodbye
everything expands and leaks
even the choke

3 lines

two butterflies climbing the 7th ray
white star flutter on the path of blues
all heart in blossom

storytelling

sea deconstructing itself
into me see
rain droplet by rain droplet
for the moonlit path to surf
huge waves in my nudity

storytelling

knitting shawls grandma exercises her voice
downward gazes and dripping grace
loose ring amid thread of sacrifice

storytelling

the whispering on his collarbone
of predawn breeze
jasmine groove
his head tilts
still dreaming

storytelling

undoing her braids
she is
to unknot his spine

the easy sway of curls under skin
for fire dragon's roar

storytelling

in the golden pot
edge of rainbow
a how to anchor
more spirit into body
for activated presence

micropoetry

untangling light into its seven rays
for the anchor of gold

haiku

that fleeting cloud
face of setting sun with
mini moustache

5 lines

her kiss oscillates
from predawn jasmine breeze
the lingering on shivers of dew
to autumn day wind
the bursting with leaves skyward

haiku

predawn breeze
billowing of transluscent curtains
in the gap an eye, same I

haiku

free nothingness
I am
of predawn

haiku

open wings
a how to assemble
clearest sky

haiku

of dad's footsteps
the sound across memories
solemn silence

haiku

of an open house
the secret garden

coloring edge of rainbow

storytelling

flock of birds
ushering
sunset
I wonder about the song
that rhymes with his facial expressions

micropoetry

dressing his window with birdsongs

storytelling

paragliding
we leap into the unknown
to feel there is a world beyond fear
calling us by name and smiling

haiku

sweetness to savor
in sunlit silences
hand in hand

haiku

sound of wind in silence
through ancient cluster of trees
each fresh moment

haiku

to leap in the sound of wind
unfurling naked
the peak flows in river

Note

To allow yourself to live in the moment, stop judging life. Accept it as it is, then, follow your bliss in every step you take. There is always a bliss for the eyes tuned to it. By following your bliss, whatever it may be at a given moment, you empower your energy to flow with ease and grace.

haiku

flower of life
in a bowl floating
jasmine

micropoetry

once upon a gaze
home
in the lighter shade of blue

haiku

cherry tree
the flowering of
kisses in the breeze

haiku

moonlit waves
each sway gifts
new momentum to love

arabic / english poem

دراويش مولوية
في قلب الوردة البيضاء
اما عِطرُها مِن مفاتيحهم الكونية



whirling dervishes
at the heart of white rose
her fragrance one of their cosmic keys

(photo by Peter James)

Note

Combining Love to Wisdom one gets Grace.

Hence, no grace without love even if there is wisdom.
Likewise, no grace without wisdom even if there is love.

(photo by Peter James)

micropoetry

next to the exploding news
a pinned lighthouse of I

the witnesser free of judgement

5 lines

her touch a mantra
seated in each cell of his
a thousand chanting monks
in silence to vibrate
the rising thunder between tremors

haiku

open wings
erasing outer sky
inner breath

micropoetry

in a flutter
sound of now

5 lines

on same window
in different dimensions
they unfurl in poems as if kisses
blooming in each other wound
to heal that with liquid gold

arabic poetry

نسيمٌ  قبيلَ الفجر

يتسلقُ عُمراً

الى ثغرها المتورّد

في عُمْقِ تنهيدة

ليرتحل مع خُصلات شَعْرِها

نحو شمسٍ مِن الحنين

تُهدى مرةً اخرى اليها

في تَرَقرُقِ قطرة ندى

ما بين الضفتين

haiku

white butterfly
the way she drifts to hidden
lavender field

storytelling

she stands barefoot
in her translucent nightgown
facing jasmine breeze
to be fuller moon
under his gaze

micropoerty

a new lease on life
watching her favorite film
over and over again
to ease the unknown

storytelling

she cloaks herself in pre dawn
to go exploring void
telepathic sound the enhanced
empowers her to breathe in
white roses peak frequencies

haiku

length of an alley
the smell of home cooking
homeless man babysits his shadow

haiku

ping-pong in slow motion
the night sky for year-round
window framing

haiku

sweet cinnamon stick
into bitter coffee
mom's mark

micropoetry

pollen on bumblebee legs
he leaves her

haiku

into each other hearts
the way we leak
an alphabet of fire

haiku

lavender field
he sniffs the breeze
of her homeward journey

love

micropoetry

thriving in shivers
a dew of early morning light

haiku

an alchemist needed
for initials post divorce
tattoo artist

micropoetry

she deals with books
as if room with view

micropoetry

divorce
with ring of light
thumb fiddles
the felt absence

haiku

double bed right side
years after divorce
a curve-tomb deepens

haiku

quite a portal
in the whirl of a rose
light at fingertips

haiku

her gaze drifts
over a forget-me-not
in bloom, sun

micropoetry

every muscle I never heard from, shout
post training

haiku

grandma
ring too loose
a how to resize life

haiku

sharing sweet silence
hand in hand
moonlight sways

micropoetry

kissing to seal their goodbye
then the wind
always the wind ebbs and flows

haiku

caresses and his sighs
sunset flock of birds
crossing vein

micropoetry

goodbye
she leaps into her fragrance
and him, into her void

micropoetry

light from void
in the sound of a seashell

storytelling

her curve, a lullaby
that cradles the entirety of sea
shell

listen to
soul poems

haiku

pre-dawn full moon
on the curl of an eyelash
finding hidden joy

haiku

her sun
girl turns face towards
first love

micropoetry

deep down my vein
ancestors library
which book am I to open

haiku

finding out center of gravity
rose in bloom
compassion that whirls

micropoetry

combing my hair all the fireflies