Lover

Something I wrote a loooong time ago...


I am the lover
openly trusting you,
fear
faithfully accepting your Self,
intolerant

I am the lover
drinking the burning sand
of your narrow perspectives
and making love
to the consuming darkness
of your egoistic needs.

I am the lover
dancing in the pastoral softness
of the meadow of the winds of harmony
under the sun of illumination
through the grasses of affection
the waters of understanding
- where we grow

I am the lover
lightheartedly making music
from his flute
as the wolves
try to tear him to bits

Thus is the nature of love
Thus is the nature of the wolf

If only beasts could dance...

This is a very good poem, Humm
I like it a lot.

You said you wrote it long ago, does it still apply, or would you change it any, or would "Lover" be a new poem?

Thanks Lisa. I appreciate that.

I see myself less adversarially these days, but it still seems to fit some circumstances.

Still a lover though!

[Gem]

Well done... sums it up very well.

You may well be "The Wolf With The Red Roses."

[Miss Hepburn]

Originally Posted by Humm

Something I wrote a loooong time ago...
I am the lover
openly trusting you,
fear
faithfully accepting your Self,
intolerant

I am the lover
drinking the burning sand
of your narrow perspectives
and making love
to the consuming darkness
of your egoistic needs.

I am the lover
dancing in the pastoral softness
of the meadow of the winds of harmony
under the sun of illumination
through the grasses of affection
the waters of understanding
- where we grow

I am the lover
lightheartedly making music
from his flute
as the wolves
try to tear him to bits

Thus is the nature of love
Thus is the nature of the wolf

If only beasts could dance...

I am the lover
openly trusting you,
joy
faithfully accepting your Self,
willingly

I am the lover
drinking the burning nectar
of your boundless heart
and making love
to the consuming longing
of your endless needs.

I am the lover
dancing in the pastoral softness
of the meadow of the winds of harmony
under the sun of illumination
through the grasses of affection
the waters of understanding
- where we grow

I am the lover
lightheartedly making music
from his flute
as the wolves
try to tear him to bits

Thus is the nature of love
Thus is the nature of the wolf

If only beasts could dance...


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Would it be more like this now?


Very very nice, Humm.

[BlueSky]

Nice Humm!

Originally Posted by Gem

Well done... sums it up very well.

You may well be "The Wolf With The Red Roses."

More like a collie with a frisbie.

[Silver]

Originally Posted by Lisa

More like a collie with a frisbie.

Tf, Lisa ~ love it. Thumbs up, Humm.

Originally Posted by Miss Hepburn

I am the lover
openly trusting you,
joy
faithfully accepting your Self,
willingly

I am the lover
drinking the burning nectar
of your boundless heart
and making love
to the consuming longing
of your endless needs.

I am the lover
dancing in the pastoral softness
of the meadow of the winds of harmony
under the sun of illumination
through the grasses of affection
the waters of understanding
- where we grow

I am the lover
lightheartedly making music
from his flute
as the wolves
try to tear him to bits

Thus is the nature of love
Thus is the nature of the wolf

If only beasts could dance...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Would it be more like this now?


Very very nice, Humm.

Hmmm... dunno. Will have to think about it.


Thanks everyone - you're all too kind!

[Miss Hepburn]

Yeah, I might have gone over the top!