IT lives with you constantly*
A blend of comfort that makes one Awake
Today is mixed with nature for even heaven's sake
The smell of musk with the morning dew
Allowance of one's breath as movement goes through
Center of all this magical feeling of bliss
How does one ever survive while always missing this?
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Where were you when I was always here?*
Where were you when I was always here?* Who are and where did you come from? Are you of duality or from the Source of one? Does your consc...
This is a process in ones lifegarden
ReplyDeletein sowing the seeds
some blossoming abundantly
reaping the fruits
which sometimes are astonishing
And then to finally arrive
at where you begun
in the middle of that same sun
It feels like bliss
in divine union with All that Is
breathing is singing,
ReplyDeleteliving is giving,
being is understanding....
My Dearest Mieke, thanks for the poetic comment as yesterday like today was absolutely stellar in terms of bliss...I just sat meditatively and absorbed total nothingness making the Universe in all its corrections make me feel 100% great with this bliss..today as well as it is so calm and peaceful in the backyard...even if I live this moment I know I have achieved the highlight in my life...as I did and still doing it...enjoy as well(+)
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My Dearest Sunny thanks for your kindest words as this as I can see breaks it down to becoming one with patience and seeing the True being within always..enjoy as well(+)
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Yes Dom, I know the feeling:
ReplyDeleteWhen the soul listens
IT sees the language that lives
in the simplest of whispers
that Nature gives
to the wind and the clouds in the sky
and even to the butterfly
to the leaves in the trees
to the birds and the bees
in fact, to every being that sees
It's a wonderful sound
of being unbound
when the soul listens....
when the soul listens.....
Neither do I know how, but survive...
ReplyDeleteI Love You always my Dearest Shiamala..and you tickle my funny bone always...that was the icing on the poetic cake....
ReplyDeleteLove,
Dom*:)xo---{--@