And yet, without him. We have this habit of defining. The nature of our beast. And an eye for definition. Which may limit, or at least. In a helpful sort of way. There are countless endless junctures. At which our cells could switch. An aging tin of fruit.

Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.

A blog of books and literature. The splinter of the full moon. Crave for a velvet night dip. As one we dance on ripples. Sated souls, till smile of dawn. From dancing nude for the moon.

Yazidis, The People of the Peacock Angel. Originally posted on Piazza della Carina. The flower that tempted the wind to carry its perfume, died yesterday.

Searching was harder at night. Everything looked different under the moon and the shadows seemed so dark and almost alive like they wanted to swallow her up. She called his name again, Buddy! But the only response was the crunching of dried leaves under her feet. She heard her father say.

In the realm of my dream,. Curious, I followed on,. I found myself in a cave,. And in its midst,. It was pure soul! A soft humming,. With a hint of drumming. It had its highs and the lows. Yet was tireless and constant. What could it be? I just had to explore! With each step to the core,. The gentleness was no more! Strange , I said. There, in front of me,. Was the source of my mystery.

Soul journey, breathing, growing, healing. Our own life has to be our message. I will be at a three week meditation retreat so will be taking a short hiatus from blogging. I encourage you in all light and love to continue the journey of diving into your soul and connecting with your exquisite essence. Be well and may the peace of love hold you tenderly in the unfolding of your heart. In each breath compassion and kindness,.

In the Footsteps of the Pharaohs.

Dear friends and followers,. My daily haiku meme at blogspot.

Surviving Life, Dating and Los Angeles One Blog at a Time. I love you, I hate you. And in complete retaliation of the last post, now I have to write this one. I love you, I hate you. You have been so good to me. Which is why I love you. Which is why I hate you. Every time I try to love you, I hate you instead. Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder.