How can I stop talking about love?

How can I
- Stop talking about love?






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Neruda - Sonnet LXXXI

Neruda 

'And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.

Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.

The night turns on its invisible wheels,

and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,

we will go together, over the waters of time.

No one else will travel through the shadows with me,

only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists

and let their soft drifting signs drop away;

your eyes closed like two graywings,

and I move

after, following the folding water you carry,

that carries me away.

The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.

Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.'

Pablo Neruda

image: Diana Blake

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Thelma and Agape

Will and Love - practiced

to invoke her Majesty Kundalini

In the world where adept dies and blooms as a Lotus

The perfection of Union is Silent

The desire for Beauty awakes the Dolphine

that possesses the Soul

keeping it under the Abyss - giving It the Madness of Pan

seaking the totality of all possible 'do'-s

jumping into the river full of streams of thoughts, feelings, action

Until

The steady sound of Harph stills Its mind

freeing it from its grossness and violence

destroying the illusions

of shame and desires,

and loathsome forms of ego-structures

until the Faun appears - accepting Its True Nature

Aiming at Perfection - day after day

Purging all of 'I's - uniting with 'All'

the Will finally becomes the Self

the Faun transforms into the Unicorn

that knows the life of pure joy

and have only thoughts of clarity and splendour

Through Silence - ecstasy transcends expression

The Soul is Freed

Fate or Coincidence?

fitting like a glove
and a shoe that was used - 3,000 times
She can so easily touch us,
breaking our vows
into millions of seductions

surrounded by a glow
of grace
that is joy,
sweetness,
and love - by nature divine
mirrored in her eyes are
- our crazy omens, rituals, and spells

She hides in mystical stories
of Armenians,
Assyrians,
Egyptians,
Phoenicians,
Persians, Hebrews...
and raises her wand with laughter profane

above the abyss
She carries her game
mistaken for Essence
She pushes us Forth
to the very end of our limits
to the very top of our climb

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High Priestess

The shortest path is from 6 to 1
Connecting 'I' with Godhead

The High Priestess guards its doors
She is Shechinah - the Spirit of the Lord
She is the Moon's reflected light
Heavenly Isis's Spiritual Shine

The Mistress of Hidden Wisdom
Stands between two columns - one black, one white
Bathing in the 'borrowed' light
Keeping our Personality she fills us with God

She gives us
Seekers for everlasting Happiness
The most secret & intimate
Initiation

Deck created by Anna Franklin

Truth hidden in a hand-shake

She was touching my hands - hers were cold, shaking
Please tell us if we can help you in any way – please do
Establishing herself within the realm of ‘WE’
I’ve heard so much about you – she said - and she wanted to say more, to share, to cry, confirm
She knew I know
I knew she knows
He knew we both know
We all knew - but we left it un-spoken
I saw her jealousy and insecurity - but she was so very beautiful within it
I wished to hug her - my hands were warm
And I heard her cry to have her man only for herself – and there was no doubt she will have him
Totally, fully, selfishly, until the end of times
Just without his heart – unfortunately for her - he is a very rare bird
Found in the forest of humans every now and then – purely as an exception
Created by some weird malfunctioning of DNAs
He is a monogamous creature – that knows how to love only once
He locked his heart within a golden windowpane
Silenced it, removed it, and protected it by thick walls of forbidden shivers
Within the world of hidden memories that has once known Love

And has decided - not to fight for It

Her Majesty Love

The one who has felt Her Radiant Love
Is transformed, blessed, moved...
He has been mesmerised by the glimpse
of Her veil
That is Light Itself
But the veil - nevertheless

Seeing Her is not - living Her - nor knowing Her
And know that - loving is more difficult than dyeing
Cowards are not allowed in
Only a warrior can hope to survive
Her Majesty's Awakened state

Check: What is Love?

I will reach the bottom
of the sea
in search
of the most amazing pearl
I will reach the bottom
in an attempt
to discover you

I feel my lips pulsating
with the rhythm of love
They are hot and soft and red
Sooo ready for your touch

and every time I wake up - i learn a bit more about love

100s of leaves covered the paths

leading to your heart

it is not who I am

but who I will become

transformed by love

that is between us

waking up - with the sun in my eyes

i breath-in-to-your-love

transforming

love is the rule - love under the control of will

every time I say no and you kiss me

we break some of the core of the soul's power

every time we let love rule us

we add to the subconscious make-up of this universe

that allows lies and betrayals and non-respect

for the sake of love that is free

for the sake of love that is based on

trutfulness, honesty and clarity

I am going to let you go & disapear from my life

Go, disapear, vanish!

Because Love is the Rule but only

Love under control of Will

My Alpha Man

My Alpha Man is a hero found in fantasy books
He is the leader of a werewolf pack
A vampire
A God forsaken Knight

He has big shoulders and two dimples on his back

He is strong and dominant
Pacing up and down like a lion awaiting his pray
He is a warrior
A chief

On earth

Long-awaited-materialised Myth

That sails through the battle-field of life
Smoothly
Wearing passion and love as his stride,
With his jaws firmly set
To take care
To protect and

Nurture

Treating children gently
And having as his strongest fetish

A fetish of a woman’s foot

my never-to-be-man

he might not be the one

but his skin and his hands and his neck

smelled sooo good

like the smell of a crimson sunset on a cloudy day

like the dark blue shadow that set under the chin

of an eighteen-year-old-in-love

he might not be the one

but he crawled under my skin

sooo quickly

like a dream that touched the brain cells

leaving a memory of never-to-forget-an-experience

but staying forgotten for an awakened eye

he might not be the one

but i felt secure and warm and sooo right

in his arms

like a baby cuddled between the

silky virginal cloth

smelling the milk of her mother's bosoms

and he:

disappeared with the Maltese breeze

as quickly as the weather changed

within this little island

was gone with the sand on my foot

left behind

yesterday on the beach

faded with the jelly-fish sting

'cause I treated it rightly

so a scare does not mark my skin

left my heart trembling

feeling sooo tender and sooo new

and sooo alive

Cupid's arrow

Hit by the arrow
I am falling

Can see no nets

Into the depths
of unconscious

of exciting deep blue

of truely unknown
softness

Falling into
new horizonts
into whispers
that keep coming back
into softness
of his hands

Loosing the ground

I am
Falling
in
Love

I touched the heavens tonight - were you with me?

Touched by Shining Love

I was touched by shining love
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection

of Wisdom that manifests as Light

I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE

within the world of Enlightened Few

Love

Red-hot-dry-purposeful-sensitive
Blind
Incapable of stopping
A dream within many realities
Reality of a dream
Her name is Love

unmentionable

wild wonderment into deep memories
to uncover
vague understanding
of unmentionable

the cold, damp night breeze
blew between us
reality outrun apprehensions
to bring
an infinity of your firmness wilfulness
to leave

dead wintry bleakness
mirrored Her Majesty icy heart
in your eyes

un-shored, harbourless
I kept wondering
how did my anchor loose its ground

as the sky grew less gloomy
I gathered some courage
and asked

Why?

the universe revolved within me
disguised within a foot-print on sand
rocking life
rolling ships
hiding a tide borrowed from the sea
to a heart-full, merciless God’s laughter

freed

as a wild wind crossing the planes
as a water whirlpool playing in the sea
immensely freed of
pre-conditioning
mightily released from
pre-judices
dogmatically against
dogmas
Walk
Breath
Swim
Dance
Love

Not Light but Overflow of Light

Not Love but Overflow of Love