Archive for souls
February 17, 2009 at 3:08 am · Filed under Philosophy, Ramblings and tagged: belonging, heat wave, human condition, maslow, modern world, needs, reach out, safety, self-actualization, souls, thread-count, touch, touch someone
Our lives in the modern world are just too damned easy. Maslow was off the mark. After taking care of our basic needs, need for belonging, safety and all, we don’t have time for self-actualization. We’re too busy checking the thread count on our sheets. Well, not all of us.
“Bring me something hot to drink” teaches us a lesson about the human condition. In a world in which we can be so particular, there’s nothing like a heat wave to show us what’s really important.
If only we thirsted for each other the way we thirst for something hot on a cold day or something cold on a hot day, we just might reach out and touch someone, and grow for having shared our souls.
January 8, 2009 at 3:44 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love and tagged: expectant, honest, love, no drama, optimistic, partner, patient, souls, trusting
Honest, far too honest and trusting, I would sooner take a woman’s word that she doesn’t want me even if she might and is just being coy because who wants that kind of drama?
Optimistic, exceedingly optimistic, I can’t help but think I’ll find the right love later in life after she’s had a chance to sit a spell.
Patient, oh so very patient, I have waited many lifetimes for my mate, my perfect partner, and I can wait a bit longer for you, dear.
Expectant, I know you will join me and touch my soul in ways I cannot imagine so that our two worlds become one and explode into grandeur.
December 3, 2008 at 5:29 am · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: awakening, connection, divine, kiss, love, oneness, sex, Shiva, souls, stroke, touch
Sex with you was a majestic awakening,
and we were like two shipwrecked souls
clinging to each other like life preservers
while rolling on the waves of mother ocean,
except that you were mother ocean.
The edge of you and the bed blurred,
and it was as if I were fucking the whole world around me.
Oh, that feeling of oneness and connection with the divine
was timeless and magical.
With a touch,
you awakened me,
Shiva,
and with every kiss,
every stroke,
every beat of our hearts,
every ounce of pressed passion,
we willed worlds into existence
and willed them out again.
And it was so easy to bring life to this world
and to destroy it with little more than
intention and focused thought.
When you channeled her,
I knew.
I knew all.
And I knew that knowing would damn me,
would spoil me for others,
at least until I found a woman who could let go of herself
in the throes of passion
and cling to me like a life preserver.
November 10, 2008 at 10:36 pm · Filed under 13 Most Popular, Poetry, love, sex and tagged: beauty, bodies, envy, gift, lust, music, perfect pitch, perfection, sex, souls, talent, tangle, voices, youth
You are youth and beauty, raw perfection. Have you stumbled into it? You are not anything but that perfect pitch, and I envy you. Do you work at it?
Do I want to be with you in the hope that your talent will sink into me? To rob you of your gift? No, of that I am sure. I want to be with you. We could make beautiful music together, literally and figuratively. Let’s tangle our bodies and souls and voices in beautiful melody.
