 Photo taken at Esalen. If love was a thing we could swim in, we would bathe together in the dream of our own being.
For a flash of a moment we slip into this skin, to feel passion again. To touch, to linger, to love... She spoke so softly to me on the astral, it was easy to see without sight, there was no question of intention or direction, just being and going with the flow, But we wanted to put a finger on it, to have a unique print and the precise grip of a warm touch. There is magic in being separate, in creating connection with effort, while we can easily swim through and float in the abyss, the longing will always persist, to be one, and then unique to be formed and formless, again. This journey is the movement through, and awareness of, the space between, the space between dreams (the waking and sleeping) There is a flash of knowing when the mind stops breathing Body satiated, neither craving nor controlling If words were things that had meaning we would say we were love and stop breathing. Just as the tension
Became unbearably hot The sky burst open Thunder erupted Shattering the silent night The sky was glowing Blowing wind announced Change arriving sacredly The sky is breathing Anti-gravity Water quenches this desert The sky drinks freedom.  I will not weep for your passing through this world for it has been a gift to me.
I will not wallow in my own confusion for you have shared your light and wisdom so freely and openly. If you see me shed a tear it is because my heart is overflowing with love and gratitude. Thank you for being my Guru, my light-bringer; you have awakened in me that same light. May I live the Dharma and may yours continue to inspire all beings to awaken to their truest Self. When I look into the eyes of my beloved I see my own reflection and I understand connection.
When I feel the touch of my beloved a fire ignites within and already we are one. Simply standing near my beloved the energy of life flows between us. We are already one. Into the presence of my beloved I melt and I feel what lies beneath the surface of my own illusion. I resist when I am afraid of losing, We are already one. Entering into the bliss of union, Shiva/Shakti, to express this. We are already one. Practically perfect
Cosmic conscious connection Destiny dharma Is it possible that I only like you when you are as I think Storming somewhere near my heart a dry desert heat monsoon winds relieve The sound of spirit dreaming drifts silently by through pockets of time The birds sing at night In the desert praying for Summer monsoon rains Smells of summer rain Comfort mind and emotions Ready for release The Monsoon makes me Feel like anything can be Possible and true Monsoon moonlight sparks Desert dreams downward soften Lightening love swiftly I'm falling in love Again with the rain washing Away all disdain Who knew haiku could Ring so true and clear and near To my heart-mind-spirit Written 2013-14 To cleanse the soul
Make the Mold Break the mold Take control & let it go If you have to yell, shout Need to freak, shake it out But don’t just stand there Unaware like you don’t care Or let life just happen Sink your hands in Dig your toes in the sand And we can blend Our colored skin That we might one day transcend This physical dimension Expand our comprehension I’m only here for a moment Then I must be going But I want to leave knowing I spent my life growing And teaching and learning And sometimes burning The physical pages That they may not enslave me To that pain I released Written August 2003 She must be patient
She is tired, worn Feeling lost, lonely But yet trapped and too crowded She knows all too well where she is who they are She walks along the narrow The cold, dark eyes consume Always consumed by the passion Slow in holding onto that Fire, she calls, the warmth A natural disaster What dreams And then tears What learned And fear of all After the fire Comes the draught The dream ends But never does Never stop, girl You will always be protected Because you are so loved So Desired The eyes that meet you find it hard to forget you Do what to who... They all love the way But fear the intensity Could I create the storm and feel enough to make the rain pour Does my PASSION make the wind blow Can a love of mine make flowers bloom I feel clearer now I spoke to him he said he wanted to But the confusion troubles him And I cannot say I would be here waiting or if it's there to even wait for He has always loved me and I cherish his presence My life is what must be And understand I am not just one but many thoughts And it all comes down to that Hope, Dreams, Desire These things I know but still unsure Surely there will be a meaning a life a love and all along It was ME All they did was enter my day and so change me for all all things connect make sense eventually I will see you all again. Written circa 1999 |
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About Ashley Celeste LealAshley is a yoga teacher and writer from the desert town of Tucson, AZ. |
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