a light in the dark…
“No one’s life should be rooted in fear.
We are born for wonder, for joy, for hope, for love,
to marvel at the mystery of existence,
to be ravished by the beauty of the world,
to seek truth and meaning, to acquire wisdom,
and by our treatment of others to brighten the corner where we are.”— Dean Koontz —
rethinking the rulebook…
I’m pulled to her,
like air when I’m under water.
knowing is not enough…
My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.
— Andrea Gibson —
careful what you wish for…
If you find a woman
with a wild heart
do not try to tame her.
You must adore her
recklessly, the way
she is meant to be loved.
Do not try to quiet her,
for her roars will reach
far and wide.
She has something
important to say.
Help her say it.
Do not get in her way.
She stops for no one.
Do not try to change
the path she has chosen.
Learn also to love the wind
and let it change you.
— C.B. Wild-Hearted Woman —
it’s in the translation…
My love, he asks for grace each time he reaches for me.
His words dance ’round the permission he craves.
His secrets are songs the land sings to the moon.
the other is for goodness…
Dear Gentle Sir,
There are worlds between us.
When your full head peers into the abyss of my need, my petals spread like wings. I am Pegasus to your Zeus. (Though, who is muse to whom remains a bone of contention – one I’m content to nibble on.) To see you astride me is to believe in quantum physics: how else could we be here? Together. Entwined and wide-eyed like this?
As I arch to make room for you inside me, each intake of air births a belief… in the Impossible and in the Possible. Each moan may sound our names but it’s true nature is a blessing… Given and Taken.
When two become one in the Mystery of Meeting, we become feathers bound by blessed winds flying over mountains of pleasure and valleys of discontent. Each strain, each grip, every time we reach for the other sings us into a new moment. We become this. Together.
And still, you are so beautiful.
Missing You,
Lola Moi xo
you should date an illiterate girl…
someone save temptation…
well begun is half done…
I have been and still am a seeker,
but have ceased to question stars and books;
I have begun to listen
to the teachings my blood whispers to me.– Hermann Hesse –