"Mutual Awakening"    by Phil

 

The sea is a flower
plucking stars.

You radiant wind,
rush to seed the echo,
a mountain's tumult flooding
the future limbs.

 

[In rereading this, I must deeply apologize. I did not intend to come across as a male chauvinist. The one word was not at all intended as a symbol. I sought to express from a totally mutual view point, what to me is intended as ultimately a supreme spiritual drama of highest mutual respect].]

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HONEYMOON 2      by Phil

 

In love,
together dancing on skin.
The moon dancing on sea: a thousand moons,
and for each I see an Earth,
I see a thousand possible worlds
each carrying you.
Dancing on sea a flower of life
I pluck to offer you,
to blossom wherever we soar.
Now when we ride the moon,
its seas fill live with field of stars
as I offer the gem of a BEAUTIFUL blue Earth
we'll reach and make our home,
A COSMOS OF THE HEART,
with the Jewel of COMMITMENT
I pledge to you.

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WITHIN  BY Phil

As the world breathed life into me,
I breathe the world in and out
to radiate life
rippling forever out ward.
My world does not end at my skin
or my death,
and you will never leave
the boundary of my heart,
my love,
who breathed love into me.

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HOME

Oh, that time
in the wind, your quiet wave
tidal:
whence came that whisper which brought us together?

Science says a butterfly's shiver
from a far land fair
can later transform the passion
of storms in New York.
I pull you close now, a heaven tiny
trembling
mercy.

Our shores merge, to only oceans, oh God touching
trillions:
tossed in Noah's tiniest ark what beast roars,
makes an angel soar?

Shed your being radiating
outward, shed of my body that
I offer to death, no my children. Land is waiting.
Disassemble our cage
assemble on the fields
all the grains in the sky
witnesses from our children
in such mirror shiver
cascade of mercy.
I will be true, oh storm in the smile, my fair land.

 "A New Masterpeace" 

 

We paint each other

with kisses

brushing heaven.