I Crave!

graceful

I Crave! How can this heart feel so heavy and empty at the same time? My soul completely terrified of her eyes, yet still craves getting lost in them! Desire naked, linked with passion goes strutting by in brazen fashion. As in a dream I stand and gaze only my heart, my heart is lonely. Wash over me. Drown me. Harbour me in your soul. Give me; salt lips, wave rhythm and white tides.

Posted August 21, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Beautiful Bird

Beautiful Bird

A beautiful bird free and proud singing a melodic song what a peaceful day!

Posted August 21, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Attention

Something in you attracts me; I don’t know honestly, you stick around and it may show!

Posted August 19, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Within

Source: Within

Genie; Lady of the Flowers, with a language that has more thought behind an action and composure rather than mere words will absorb attention, bypass critical factor, provoke an unconscious response and set the scene for direct response that is a pleasant experience of mutual collaboration.

Posted August 19, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Something by George Harrison

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Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around and it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Posted August 19, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Silence Blazoned In Words

  • The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.  The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being and one word transforms it into something less or other.  Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica.  To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper – metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.  The sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds, painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it.  The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always – greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.

Posted August 18, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

Divine kisses

Source: Divine kisses

Posted August 17, 2017 by dranilj1 in Creative Thinking

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