Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Love Doesn't Come Easy

It never has.
Somehow it slips by when I finally get the courage,
to reach out and try.
I have waited, watched, listened, wondered aloud the point...
I have negotiated, prayed, given up and prayed again.
Stayed hidden amidst the brush of my body.
Still, in bits and pieces it falls around me like snow.
Gently brushing me on cheeks and cold cotton,
but never falling in.
This elusive yen. The ever fading object of desire.
Love. A concept of great proportions and consequences,
and yet a pained illusion that never ceases to seduce more.
This thing that so preoccupies the mind and heart of man, and yet
so vague at the same.  Intangible and yet sharp.
On me, still slipping by in a mist, it is no different for this woman.
I have decided to stop grasping outward and just wait. Patiently.
Like a winter root hoping and waiting for warmth to occur,
I will wait for the thaw to come.
Cold water will drip off tiny buds giving spring to hope.
And I will be nourished by moisture, heat and sunlight.
I will continue to grow and blossoms will soon fly out of me,
painting the sky in intermittent flashes of light.


I will grow slowly opening into ready.
Moving fully bloomed into form.
Suckled by sunlight, melting my body into open.
Fully ripened and ready for love.  


Eventually it won't matter if the rain comes to soak my body and drown my sorrows,
as I will be ready to receive whatever wisps by me at night's end and find my own source
of light.


©12/4/10

Keep Me Deeper

~I have strange tastes at times.  
I'm finding I prefer character over perfection...flaw and full over thin and smooth. I like rich and deep over wealthy and shallow....Substance over style. 
Even though my mind is easily distracted by the shiniest hue, I eventually see past the blinding sparkle, into the deeper glow of dull. 
Where I find crevasses and valleys to climb down, instead of ridges and peaks to climb up and away from deep~
As a result,  I get lost on my journey at times, but the path downward can be quite exciting at times! ;)
©1/26/11 by Danya Mosgofian