I wonder what story I will write next ?
Where next my footsteps will carry me?
Under what colour sand and what type of grain?
What air will glide over my face, and into my mouth?
The inhale and exhale of breath, across my chest,
Will the sun beat down on my skin?
Moulding me, and melting me like leather,
Will I sleep under hollow skies, dull, or within the petals of flowers, sucking on nectar as I sleep?
The vista of stars, my own constellation, an amusement park at my demand,
The air I breathe ,will it be crisp and cold like autumn?
Or more like a deep wet humid monsoon?
Who’s skin will I be touching ?
With who’s palms will I be able to trace?
With whom will I share conversation?
To which planet will I be visiting next and with whom will I share this ride with?
This continuous stairway to heaven,
Never knowing what circus lies ahead,
Who’s eyes will gaze into the lakes of mine ?
Unto which being do I share the honour of my abyss of love?
This lifetime beating, uncontrollable, sensual heart of mine,
Radiating, infuriating, creating , firing,
A discovery of,
The Holy,
Me.
.in the meantime. I discover myself. In self discovery I find God in every mirror. In every reflection I see him. By looking for myself I found him. He was never separate.