Guest guest Posted May 8, 2007 Report Share Posted May 8, 2007 Naked Earth. Standing above the structurless planes of naked earth- winged with silence as my guide and leaning forward toward the greater mind. Burning pores sprout oceans of mute epiphany. I am the light at the end of my own tunnel, a fulfillment of my own moontide, tasting God in a life-breath stanza, let me breath your voice eternally. Endless is my vision for it has yet to begin, like the shadow of the moon or the ground churned in the belly- digested into a mineral meal. " naked earth, your checkered texture arouses my metaphoric posturre, you blind me with polychromatic pyramid nightstands, naked with neardeath eternity. And I am no imposter of names, nothing withheld in my mentioned secretion- not a shield guarding my wildfire tongue. You romance me with the skin of your superpositioned dirt, peeling the banana eyes of my mindlids, getting closer to the moist gravity of my perception. And yes I lead you on well with my intetions, I grasp the breath of your windmill with an allowance of inspiration. You are the chill of surrender in the spine of my gentle vulnerability- I thank you. Oh naked earth you bare nothing that is not bare, you cloak none of your sexes nor shield none of your words. Your wings bat wind across my senses and suddenly I am aware. Mother womb, naked lover- You are dream syrup poured onto the pancake eternity of my own unmanifest- flavor revolution in the chill of morning scentlessness. An amrit vela in a land without clocks, you soar higher than below and lower than the sky... gravitating nothing and orbiting all- center of everything and centerless in nature. I lean degrees of yesness, letting your vine cuffs embrace me, your sunbreath inhale me and your moon gaze content my every moodlit move with perfect contemplation. Your love without bounds and my mouth without words- ecstatic eternity. Naked Earth, hypersensed lover come wrap my anti-fathom in your consuming embrace, arouse my dance with the song of your anticipation-awaken my soul from its lucidity into the realization of its own sleep. I soak your aroma in admiration as you lick my skin with spring blossom- I tie nothing yet you bind me boundlessly- undefinable embrace. You beg of me poetry and poetry begs of you a metaphore- yet none who has written on your request could conclude on your distantly personal wandering across the dimensionless fundamentals of our beating blood drum hearts. And I, who might be named the latter, sing endless notes in that ecstatic longing for the unknown pitch... unfolding forevr devotional tune of breath. I breath naked like you, walk naked upon your flesh, dance with eyes exposed to the harsh light of the brilliant epiphany that is the formless binding of our moon... tempting tide within and secretly blowing dreams into our potential thoughts. The wind is thy soul and the ethers thy voice- so whose hand when carved with devotion of angelic nature can even then contain you? I cannot love another for you are the seed of my hearts wonder- thus every sprouting eternity bares your name in the divine voices of our smiling DNA. I cannot bend your will with lies or ill-intent for nothing is done out of your hands. Your kisses tickle my naked feet like feathered sand across a desert of spirit yantra path. Your path mused by every starlit thought and every lantern of loveborne midnight passions- romancing my intentions in your silent predisposition, oh how your grasp me sweet mother, sweet milk bearing lover. Now I bid you thanks. For on this night (as many nights, even those lit by the sun) I have partaken of your soul and your tenderly kissed my fingers and whispered sweet metaphores into my feather caressed ears. You forged your signature in my blood and quickened my pulse of longings- now I have climaxed in your romance and bid your a sweet thanks for your graditude has givin me mine. And your generosity has givin me peace. let us swing back into our mood of hands clutched in anothers, let us dispostion our fates in eyes adoring infinte eyes adoring a lovers sight. Kiss me and tuck me into bed, for the moon whispers once more. " Thank You For Reading : ) Sat Nam, -Harkirat Singh. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 9, 2007 Report Share Posted May 9, 2007 wow, that was wonderful. i was taken away to your thoughts and let them express my own... Krysta madhatterart <madhatterart wrote: Naked Earth. Standing above the structurless planes of naked earth- winged with silence as my guide and leaning forward toward the greater mind. Burning pores sprout oceans of mute epiphany. I am the light at the end of my own tunnel, a fulfillment of my own moontide, tasting God in a life-breath stanza, let me breath your voice eternally. Endless is my vision for it has yet to begin, like the shadow of the moon or the ground churned in the belly- digested into a mineral meal. " naked earth, your checkered texture arouses my metaphoric posturre, you blind me with polychromatic pyramid nightstands, naked with neardeath eternity. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 9, 2007 Report Share Posted May 9, 2007 Hello Harkirat ... Sat Nam! Thank for the beautiful poem... I only had time to read it once too quickly... and I will read it again more slowly the 2nd time.... it so touches the heart of 'naked earth' and the soul! Wahe Guru! Light...Love...Peace! Satya Kaur (Susan Adler-Shaw, Thailand) madhatterart <madhatterart wrote: Naked Earth. Standing above the structurless planes of naked earth- winged with silence as my guide and leaning forward toward the greater mind. Burning pores sprout oceans of mute epiphany. I am the light at the end of my own tunnel, a fulfillment of my own moontide, tasting God in a life-breath stanza, let me breath your voice eternally. Endless is my vision for it has yet to begin, like the shadow of the moon or the ground churned in the belly- digested into a mineral meal. " naked earth, your checkered texture arouses my metaphoric posturre, you blind me with polychromatic pyramid nightstands, naked with neardeath eternity. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 9, 2007 Report Share Posted May 9, 2007 Sat Nam Harkirat Singh what a beautiful, passionate poem... such a way with words, very touching and heartfelt thank you so much for sharing... with many blessings Jiwan Shakti Kaur --- madhatterart <madhatterart wrote: > Naked Earth. > > Standing above the structurless planes of naked > earth- winged with > silence as my guide and leaning forward toward the > greater mind. > Burning pores sprout oceans of mute epiphany. I am > the light at the > end of my own tunnel, a fulfillment of my own > moontide, tasting God in > a life-breath stanza, let me breath your voice > eternally. Endless is > my vision for it has yet to begin, like the shadow > of the moon or the > ground churned in the belly- digested into a mineral > meal. " naked > earth, your checkered texture arouses my metaphoric > posturre, you > blind me with polychromatic pyramid nightstands, > naked with neardeath > eternity. > > And I am no imposter of names, nothing withheld in > my mentioned > secretion- not a shield guarding my wildfire tongue. > You romance me > with the skin of your superpositioned dirt, peeling > the banana eyes of > my mindlids, getting closer to the moist gravity of > my perception. And > yes I lead you on well with my intetions, I grasp > the breath of your > windmill with an allowance of inspiration. You are > the chill of > surrender in the spine of my gentle vulnerability- I > thank you. Oh > naked earth you bare nothing that is not bare, you > cloak none of your > sexes nor shield none of your words. Your wings bat > wind across my > senses and suddenly I am aware. > > Mother womb, naked lover- You are dream syrup poured > onto the pancake > eternity of my own unmanifest- flavor revolution in > the chill of > morning scentlessness. An amrit vela in a land > without clocks, you > soar higher than below and lower than the sky... > gravitating nothing > and orbiting all- center of everything and > centerless in nature. I > lean degrees of yesness, letting your vine cuffs > embrace me, your > sunbreath inhale me and your moon gaze content my > every moodlit move > with perfect contemplation. Your love without bounds > and my mouth > without words- ecstatic eternity. Naked Earth, > hypersensed lover come > wrap my anti-fathom in your consuming embrace, > arouse my dance with > the song of your anticipation-awaken my soul from > its lucidity into > the realization of its own sleep. > > I soak your aroma in admiration as you lick my skin > with spring > blossom- I tie nothing yet you bind me boundlessly- > undefinable > embrace. You beg of me poetry and poetry begs of you > a metaphore- yet > none who has written on your request could conclude > on your distantly > personal wandering across the dimensionless > fundamentals of our > beating blood drum hearts. And I, who might be named > the latter, sing > endless notes in that ecstatic longing for the > unknown pitch... > unfolding forevr devotional tune of breath. I breath > naked like you, > walk naked upon your flesh, dance with eyes exposed > to the harsh light > of the brilliant epiphany that is the formless > binding of our moon... > tempting tide within and secretly blowing dreams > into our potential > thoughts. The wind is thy soul and the ethers thy > voice- so whose hand > when carved with devotion of angelic nature can even > then contain you? > > I cannot love another for you are the seed of my > hearts wonder- thus > every sprouting eternity bares your name in the > divine voices of our > smiling DNA. I cannot bend your will with lies or > ill-intent for > nothing is done out of your hands. Your kisses > tickle my naked feet > like feathered sand across a desert of spirit yantra > path. Your path > mused by every starlit thought and every lantern of > loveborne midnight > passions- romancing my intentions in your silent > predisposition, oh > how your grasp me sweet mother, sweet milk bearing > lover. > > Now I bid you thanks. For on this night (as many > nights, even those > lit by the sun) I have partaken of your soul and > your tenderly kissed > my fingers and whispered sweet metaphores into my > feather caressed > ears. You forged your signature in my blood and > quickened my pulse of > longings- now I have climaxed in your romance and > bid your a sweet > thanks for your graditude has givin me mine. And > your generosity has > givin me peace. let us swing back into our mood of > hands clutched in > anothers, let us dispostion our fates in eyes > adoring infinte eyes > adoring a lovers sight. Kiss me and tuck me into > bed, for the moon > whispers once more. " > > Thank You For Reading : ) > > Sat Nam, > > -Harkirat Singh. > > ______________________________\ ____ Now that's room service! Choose from over 150,000 hotels in 45,000 destinations on Travel to find your fit. http://farechase./promo-generic-14795097 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 10, 2007 Report Share Posted May 10, 2007 I enjoyed reading your poem full of such interesting metaphores and dancing with creative ideas. I hope we can see more creative ideas on this site. Moderators Note: not sure where 'more creative ideas' would stop. Please remember that we all come here to exchange ideas on KY though, so although we do allow offtopic posts, lets keep the threads short or take offlist. Hari Har. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 10, 2007 Report Share Posted May 10, 2007 Thank you for the kind words, I hope to someday publish my mountians of work : ), its simply a matter of making " someday " today. If you have any tips about publishing poetry and the like (prose, creative writing) then I would appreciate it. Also (as to not sway from the group) do you find that Kundalini Yoga enhances your ability to be creative in writing? I find that after some good yoga and meditation it really expands my ability to flow and know how to articulate those deep thoughts and feelings- comming as near as possible to those experiances that will not be tied down to words : ) Much Love and Light Sat Nam, Harkirat Singh. Kundaliniyoga , Sendag wrote: > > Sat Nam Harkirat > > What a gorgeous poem. Lush with thought and imagery. I hope you publish > it elsewhere also as it is worth it! I have seen so many poems that are very > poor being published and yours is way beyond > most writing..... Have you ever read Anne Sexton? I have published some > poems but none as exciting as yours. It has weight but is lighter than light. > > Heartfully > Teresa > > > ************************************** > See what's free at > http://www.aol.com. > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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