Birds succumb for love
They could fly anyplace
Why then do they bend to mate
They could fly anyplace
Why then do they bend to mate
Haiku thinking about how emptying love can be, take time, no find time to read these Songs for Siva, Someone already beat this book to an introduction and it is " A Tea and a Smile" offg the Peace beyond Passion by Ndege-Ocello "when we make love I feel it so de iseply when we Make love I cry, for your love that crowns, may crucify"
To embody what love that feels for the both of us. A oneness of what we are often empties me into you, make me servile not to you but your mortality.
A caress of your presence is fickle but for it's time I drink it whole and take every single memory of you within and lock it like a chest
You are Siva, Mother daughter
I have talked about drowning even your enemies in that love that the Upanishad refers to as fullness, a pain so deep it feels germane.
The pain of perfection, nothing happens until I get to you, noises but it but atrophies in five years time.
You endure even the personality switch at the height of delusions, invariably be betrayed and disappointed by people so you close out and call a well sieve, it is only you, that self flagellation that empties, digging at that well, baring that scathing thirst for the mirage of an oasis, or the oasis.
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Efforts as the new currency The effort that people make have make do in working the turn and making do when money seems elusive. In this devlish world doing good cost a literal arm and a leg and you must be willing to part with it, all the time
Labour as the new currency even in the face of derision, understanding only the higher language of love and sacrifice, then it's okay to make a rung of your corpse. It is a stiff, even when living for When a community commit a crime, we don't just kowtow and call it the norm
Labour as the new currency even in the face of derision, understanding only the higher language of love and sacrifice, then it's okay to make a rung of your corpse. It is a stiff, even when living for When a community commit a crime, we don't just kowtow and call it the norm
We attain gods blessing through vows and sacrifice, and like the burning bush being close to God is breathing fire, you will feel a pain, that refines your wrought, asking questions of your love, Love seeks your denigration, that emptying which is a peace beyond passion.
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