Sun, Rain Work and some frozen moments

Sun, Rain Work and some Frozen Moments...

The downpour hid the sleeping sun a few hours ago,
I heard the raindrops rustle through the trees outside,
Solitude at my core and the scent of the sky frothing my senses I love.

Alone, I still love,the sunshine takes a peek slowly
and shyly hiding the clouds to tease the Winter.
It's a beautifully quiet evening,
one of the kind that happens so rarely
the wind and the rain, sings life in my soul
dampness swirling with all its might dispelled by
the sunlight all without a fight slowly they meet
they smile they love

Ah, now I can see the fleeting twilight dancing life
wafted in a timeless mist together we weave
beautiful dreams

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Copyright © Neerja Yadav

Only Breath

Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi translated by Coleman Barks

Only Breath

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim,
not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the Eastor the West,
not out of the ocean or up, from the ground,
not natural or ethereal,
not composed of elements at all.

I do not exist,am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any, origin story.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.

Love

One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One endingTogether.

- Melissa Higgins -

Love is the emblem of eternity;
it confounds all notions of time;
effaces all memory of beginning,
all fear of an end.

- Madame de Stael -

Love is when you look into
someone's eyesand see their heart.

- Jill Petty -

Love is something you can't describe
like the look of a rose,
the smell of the rain,
or the feeling of forever.

- Kristen Kappel -

Love is a moment that lasts forever...

Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown awayIn a night,
or in a day,In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seemIs but a
dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allen Poe