Sacred places and sanctified spaces are never chosen; they are merely discovered. The intricacies of sacredness are exemplified by those rare beings who know they have never been separated from its life-sustaining powers. Their voices reflect the perpetual wisdom of timeless traditions that are entwined with the terrain of Creation. The deepest secrets of life are hidden in the earth’s crevices.
He: “When a woman calls a man her heart, what does she mean?”
She: “It means that she has risen above the physical relationship and has entered another dimension of love. In this realm, she strengthens his consciousness and becomes a part it. She nurtures and enables him to reach his highest potential without losing her own identity. It is the ultimate true intimate relationship between a man and a woman, which is very rare and least spoken about.”
Heart burning with passion,
eyes streaming with tears.
Burning and drenching together,
in a mysterious yearning.
Radiantly adorned
you came,
and then you left.
Without uttering,
even a sweet word.
You just left.
Without nearing me
you left.
Beneath the layers
of tradition, religion
reasoning and understanding,
I burn
in passion’s bed of red.
Tonight
put away your manuscript,
lay your pen aside.
Allow your fingers
to create on my body.
It is a blank page
awaiting your words.
Write a sentence—
No
write a sonnet.
My Love…
Don’t leave tonight,
Please don’t,
Stay awhile longer,
Please stay.
Keep holding me close to you,
Stay awhile longer.
He says:
You lifted me to love’s rooftop
And removed the ladder
as our eyes met.
In your eyes, I see myself.
Lift me higher, my Love,
Take me to your realms
For, I am here to stay.
I had closed
The door to my heart
And made a pact with myself
To find happiness elsewhere,
And I did.
My Love: I love
the curves of your shoulders,
the strength in your spine,
the softness in your lips,
the warmth in your hands,
the sparkle in your eyes,
the robustness in your laughter.