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And we shall touch, ever so gently,

so that the trembling

is heard in the centre of each heart,

the echo of it

spreading like ripples on a mirror-smooth pool,

the very movement

emphasising the stillness, silence, purity and truth

in the chasm of bliss.

And we shall kiss, even so truly,

as though an earthquake

had begun at the bottom of a vast ocean

waking the gods,

making them ask, can this be so?

that some in the human realm

have dared to break through

the great rock door that guards the cave of love.



You were here!

Long before

I saw you,

it was your voice                               

I hear


so near


Words saved

as seeds,

as questions

hidden in my heart

solid as a rock




I was to far

from home

a force like fire


this solid safe



Rainy season came a long

rinsed your words


and start to sing a song.


In that present moment

I saw you sing this song

You sung about love so deeply,

a song about

Kwan Yin

Longing I start to sing.

And in this magic moment,

a moment I felt

so much,

we where singing together

whole hearted,

in touch


Yes a heart is opened,

but often


afraid for ‘the’


in stead of wondering


 When the blackbird is singing

he comforts me

through my ears,


songs of love and longing

telling me

‘dry up your tears’,


And when I hear his song

I can hear you singing,

 this song



‘calling me home’,




the pure land

 I belong.



I could ,

I'm sure I could ,

I get side tracked ,

My head tells me one way ,

My heart tells me more ,

Still I am longing ,

To get to the place 

That holds me so close

And makes my heart race ,

Where is this paradise

That I long to be part 

It smells very close 

But keeps me afar 

Soon I will break through 

The blocks and the wall 

That leads to my paradise 

Where love waits at the door .


My heart is much more constant than my brain.
The heart moves slowly, considerately.
The mind darts, there, here, there again,
while the monarch of my being moves sedately.
It takes time to form affections in the deep,
though the maverick winsome mind is lightly slick
the truest sentiments, the ones we keep,
not only penetrate one's substance to the quick
but consume the very stuff that one is made of
arranging every particle and showing
that all the colours that one has a shade of
can animate and set each other glowing.
My brain is much more fickle than my heart
though each has jobs and errands to perform,
each conscientious in carrying its part
makes glory of traversing life’s great storm.

Here is a beautiful poem about Love. I didn't wrote it myself, but I like to share it. It is written by my friend Carol English

Love doesn't freeze very well

Pain is a hard knot
Wrapped neatly in brown butcher paper
you can pack it away in the freezer
for years

But love
love leaves crumbs on the furniture
It makes the doorknobs sticky
All kinds of ridiculous stuff leaks out of it
insecurity and slugs and fish guts
that get stuck to the edges of everything
Even laughter

Love follows you around
Poking and prodding
and trying to get your attention
when you have work to do

Love is damned inconvenient

Love is a galloping horse
Banging your arse up through your eyes
and dumping you on the ground
If you aren't seated just right

To contain love
(If you're without suitable armor)
You can try cling film and a lot of duct tape
I wish you luck
but think it only fair to warn you that
no matter how carefully you prepare it
or what you wrap it in
Unlike pain
Love doesn't freeze very well

Thanks Elja :-)

Shared Garden- Mother

Lover of beauty and care

And little things,

Lover of joy and sorrow,

God fills your heart

And it overflows to all around.

Damned by the Godless,

I am too afraid to open to it,

Yet here it is

In a tiny house

In a shared garden of flowers and birds.

So many melodies have I heard in a cardinal's chirp.

How can I remain silent when the Pure Land comforts me on these lonely nights?

Oh how I long to touch the warmth of your arms around?

I too followed the snails, the slugs and the butterflies.

Tell me great bell that permeates my soul,

How will the words in the forests dance as we celebrate new beginnings chopping down rough branches blocking the way to the fire and insense burning in our first kiss?

Oh grace, will you move to silently entering the Garden of Bliss?

That Bamboo runs my fingers towards the summoning of love making outside in the rain, you know that place, where no else dare to go.

Building the sky, our dreams enter reality as a caressing stare between us says, we've finally found home.

Be sure we'll meet again, even if only on questions burning an alter in the sand, so our love is, as sacred as a tide that rewrites Eternity on hearts destined to arrive into the precious wings of Compassion

Nice. Thank you.

Diana Hoagland said:

Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.

Namo Amida Bu

David Brazier said:

Nice. Thank you.

Diana Hoagland said:


Over my bridges flows the tide ;

it does not wait nor pause.

Like the waves that beat my heart

and beat and beat until we part,

while I remember fine amours

and loves that lingered by my side.

The love remains when I am gone

yet Time, impatient, courses on,

Over my castles the hours sound;.

they take their turn but never wait.

I am soon gone yet time remains

with joy and woe and ceaseless pains

for every lover meets their fate

no matter how the love is bound.

The love remains when I am gone

yet Time, impatient, courses on,



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