I enjoy when you talk, because you feed me with wisdom,
I enjoy your silence, because you're somewhere else within the self;
and you hear me from afar, but don't listen to myself -
It seems you're in trance, close, yet afar, in your kingdom!
As if in your stardom stance, you dance with your true-self!
As if our prolonged kiss, closed your lips, in awe with freedom.

As everything is connected with our soul - close, when afar -
everything there is, emerges from your soul, from our spirit;
singing bird of my dreams, you look like my own spirit -
and you look like the blissful emptiness, so close, and so far!
I enjoy your silence, as you're so close, when distant -
and you're overwhelmed with joy, singing bird from afar!

And you hear me, as if you were near, but my echoes disappear,
let me talk to you, with your peaceful silence,
let me be quiet, with your own delightful silence;
As clear as I see, in the clear waters of silence, my dear-
when your face - not mine appear in your absence!
You're like the infinite universe, so far, so near.

Your all-pervading silence is like the tip of mount Everest,
so distant, so close, so cold, so warm, and peaceful, as your true-self-
I enjoy your silence, because you're somewhere else within the self.
Blissful, as if at its best, you attained the soul's zest!
No words are needed, no pain persist to exist, in myself-
All is said in your silence, to endure life's test! 

I let my thoughts flow, low or high,
I welcome them as they come.
I let the feelings go and come
though both dealings still come low and high -
my consciousness is still tranquil as they go and come.
I gaze into the stillness of my awareness -
I pierce into the fabrics of our shared soul.
For there is one underlying universal soul,
and one oneness in our connected awareness -
For your heart bit, to bit in my heart and soul.

The object of affection is primordial
the loved is unimodal perfection,
the beloved is the purpose of affection;
the one we love, is the most special.
But the one who loves, we don't even mention!
If what love gives, were not as special,
the giver of love, would be left like a neglected child,
the lover would be left, like an unwanted child -

When the flowers disappear
when the land isn't near fertile
when the gardener we no longer hear.
But how will in pure awareness, I'll be awaken fertile?
When the flowers disappear, when the gardener isn't near?
When the loved doesn't cognize, the trinity of consciousness.
True love is the force, the glue to oneness -
keeping unity together - so it be all we can hear!

When lover, and loving, and loved fuse in oneness.
Then true love is the only one, I can hear.

With passion live,
and while living give your best away

and dance, and love, and give, and receive,
as if it was your last day!

With passion make love as the best treat
as if it was no more together, another day!

With passion drink, and taste and eat
and work, and write, and feel and play!

With passion breathe, and enjoy your heart-bit,
as it there were few more breaths left, to stay!

Because in this infinite ocean of souls
placidly living, sharing one soul, in many insouls -

live life at its fullest, fully engraced -
as it is meant to be gratefully enjoyed.

In this ocean of God,
in this ocean of bliss and good,
there is not an unhappy soul,
as we all share, one happy oversoul. 

You know how deep you seemingly go
within me? When your two loving
penetrating fiery shining eye stars undergo
the flurry of transforming to light bright burning,

that even shadows of each sad hollow thought
were each caught badly burning
with no binding of me nor me trying
to be free, of the seducing light they brought.

Because if my thoughts and their shadows
were burned apart
how could your two sun eyes bring apart
body from soul or thoughts from his shadows? 

There is that one thought,
that my love brought -

It flew naturally, as the wind blows,
as naturally as true love flows
there in the realm,
where no thoughts exist
there where everything is placid and calm
and all thoughts, but you, cease to exist

you are always in my thoughts
you are my thoughts

and my thoughts created you
you are my reality, as nothing is beyond you
I bring you always in my mind
I treasure you all the time, in my heart
I adore you in one spirit, and in one heart
I caress you in unison in one mind

I bring you with me, all the time
I bring you always in me every time

I don't exist without you
any thought I think, anywhere I go
anything I do, anything I wish for, is you;
everything is your doing, everywhere I go,
I see you there, is all about you, my dear;
my darling, my sweetheart
I fear no destiny awaits, in this broken-heart
for you are my destiny, my dear

you exist perfect in my dreams
you exist perfect in my daydreams

the mainstream of what we call
the real world, is real,
in the streams of you being all
for you are my world, and what is real
you are to me, whatever the blue sky
has always meant to be
and whatever life will ever celebrate, is you in me
and whatever the sun, said to the moon, to light the night sky

But, I must share, a timeless truth
I must share, a perennial knowledge,
and the knowledge, of all knowledge
and the delight, amongst all delight
and the sight, like no other sight
of the beauty that you radiate, as the only truth which is more omnipresent, than the reality you see and more omniscient, than the God we conceive

and this is the one that keeps
all life
and this is the one that weeps
for one thought to strife
to bloom
as naturally, that in its own accord
all flowers bloom
and that I am, and have always been you, Oh lord;

that everything is about you
and all of me is nothing, but a spark of you

There is that one thought,
that my love brought  

Now, how would words do justice or suffice, I ponder
to describe nicely your heavenly, beyond each seven wonder,
of the world beauty, that hopelessly bonds me?
As the gentle wind of your perfumed breath caresses me.

How could poems or verses or proses describe oases
of your soul touching attractiveness, that my captive heart praises?
As the rushing currents of your alluring glances
awakens erupting volcanoes of feelings for your torrents of advances.

How can songs sang or words in any language depict you Eden? Addictive large fire that ignites passions and invites delight?
The cool mist of the afternoon's slight bright light,
or the aromatic narcissus, and delicious flowers, a perfumed garden?

My heart pounded like well-orchestrated symphonies,
until in my enamored heart, the dart of cupid's arrow,
the fatal blow of real-love labeled stories:
the glow of the elixir and sweet nectar that in Eden grow. 

The joy of living
And the bliss of existing,
The exhilarating faint desire
And your daunting kiss of fire

The magic of moments lived
Like tragic torrents of thoughts perceived
When the torments of two becomes one
And the one is the one

Like a flame stray away
And rays from the all-pervading fire,
And the living bliss stay
When the joy is more than desire.

The sounds of our biting hearts
are sounding as different hearts.
Our loud sounds without speaking
are different with our idle lips smiling.

The steepness of obstacles we are seeing
in our awareness oracles are disagreeing.
The pinnacles of our life's cycles are fleeing far apart;
as I want part neither of separation nor oneness of heart.

What I want and fervently desire is the bond of your happiness,
beyond the unfond slightly slant fire of the madness of sadness;
I just desire the fervent fire of sameness of our souls -
just like the bud and the blossomed flower are not two souls. 

No virtue exist by itself,
Or works alone in the self,
Every good occurs at least in pairs,
Like flares of your light, that all repairs:

If a virtue endears to be seen,
There in the horizon, another one appears,
As what is exalted, of the highest is keen,
And a flair for finding your light virtue endears --

Like compassion love dearly embraces,
So does years of loving you, melts away my fears,
And the joy of your peace, cleanse all my tears,
For the state of being has two faces:

One face is all the virtues in one grace,
And the other is, all graces in one face,
As all converges in your splendorous beauty;
Myself in yourself, with all virtues actively on duty.

I crave the essence of your presence, the feeling of you.
Lonely like in a cave and with no one to share, I wander
Through the deserted lighted streets, by the dry bayou.
Throughout I cry, weep ready for my total surrender.

Food does not suffice, water does not quench my thirst:
First my appetite for the uninterrupted joy exponentially increases!
Then I want to rush to thee like winning a race headfirst!
I want to eat and drink your wishes like an ardent lover kisses.

The royal and pompous attitude of yours,
Hours of gracefully allowing, but not allowing,
And playfully disallowing your sovereign detours,
Of showing me your beautiful self-glowing.

Glowing and shining like a myriad of luminescent,
Fireflies adorning the surroundings of a pitch black, dark cave.
And the scent of perfumed lilies in your ascent,
To save all those that like brave warriors defeat the crave -   

Of power, with uncontrollable greed like a slave,
Or like a mischievous disobedient child who misbehave;
Or like a relentless seeker of thee that does behave,
Oh I crave your presence, the feeling of you I crave

I often encounter as a traveler, deep within
That that reveals: the observer and the observed -
As unveils as one, as all is gain, no sin,
No pain, suffering is done, just well-deserved ,

Exhilarating joy, and liberating peace
And adoring bliss, and absence of wanting
Anything, just you and me, and daunting
State of awe, aware of being, at ease, full of grace

And in my consciousness, all is good, all is -
All is That, that perceives and That, that s perceived
Nothing is lost, all is preserved and lived
As all is being that and this:

When I get lost in your eyes
When I let most of me, be you
When I say yes, yes to see me within you
And that's when a breath of me, I see from your eyes.