tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24436016587275837582024-03-14T07:31:23.560+00:00A Drop of ContinuumWhen time and space flow through together they do so in tiny drops of continuum......
Some drops fall on you, some caress you, some dodge you and some drench you......Rapture Without....http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705702351242367601noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443601658727583758.post-70602825617404639192012-08-06T18:34:00.000+00:002012-08-06T18:34:17.953+00:00Yellow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Pure like a drop of dazzling gold,</div>
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Yellow is the sunlight that brushes against</div>
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My closed eyes and my waiting heart</div>
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Soon deep within my soul</div>
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Hears the buzzing of warm bliss</div>
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I open my eyes and look up above,</div>
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Twirl in the swirl of green velvet under</div>
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My arms outstretched and my fingers want</div>
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To embrace the soft yellow gossamer </div>
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Streaming from the skies above</div>
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My horizons lit with this new colour</div>
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I feel my feet brazenly approach </div>
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A bouquet of sweet little daisies</div>
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They chuckle as my toes tickle them </div>
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Those moments I scoop and save;</div>
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To stir with the ones I gather <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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From the next new colour</div>
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Resplendent with bloom,<br />
is the newly spun sapling<br />
nestled secretly in the sea of spring<br />
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I suddenly see green...<br />
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Green in the embroidery I walk on<br />
Green the hedges that spell my vicinity<br />
Green becomes the breeze with lemon basil<br />
Green the halo at the lip of every leaf <br />
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I see green...<br />
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Green in the crawl of a caterpillar<br />
Green the dust that floats on morning dew<br />
Green is the olive shaped heart of the zinnia<br />
Green is the mystery of this pristine view<br />
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Green is the hue of possibility<br />
Awakens me to take in the beauty<br />
Of the sheen that this newness beckons<br />
Promising the joy of a new evolution<br />
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I keep an eye on the horizon...<br />
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<br /></div>Rapture Without....http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705702351242367601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443601658727583758.post-15760477595518624582011-06-20T06:34:00.000+00:002011-06-20T06:35:47.160+00:00Blue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #4f81bd; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Blue is the colour of my soul</div><div class="MsoNormal">Blue is the colour of my heart-beat</div><div class="MsoNormal">The day as it goes, does let repeat</div><div class="MsoNormal">The mindless thoughts</div><div class="MsoNormal">About sundry and you</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Blue colour washes my eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal">As drops of salty-blueness slip my throat,</div><div class="MsoNormal">But as I heed to the randomness</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of my skipping pulse,</div><div class="MsoNormal">My soul smiles at me from inside</div><div class="MsoNormal">At the jest that is life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The smile reaches my heart</div><div class="MsoNormal">Giving it a new life</div><div class="MsoNormal">It begins to smile back</div><div class="MsoNormal">At its oblivion of other colours around</div><div class="MsoNormal">It grows and glows </div><div class="MsoNormal">Sees the blueness fade away </div><div class="MsoNormal">Ushering an era of warmer hues</div></div>Rapture Without....http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705702351242367601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2443601658727583758.post-39442271973507204682011-06-20T05:09:00.001+00:002012-06-19T16:41:11.881+00:00Indigo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This maze is full of surprises</div>
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Each time I set foot in it…</div>
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On its walls, it disguises</div>
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A map that talks to me…</div>
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This map tells me where I began</div>
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And tells me how I came upon this post</div>
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It tells me of that careless journey</div>
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Which promised me the world and more…</div>
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Oh, and doesn’t shy away from telling</div>
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All of which I avoid or abhor…</div>
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How in the abhorrence lies, I discover,</div>
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My quest for something that I loved…</div>
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How in the avoidance lies, I nod, </div>
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My quest for all that I desired and believed…</div>
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This map on the wall lies, I say</div>
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This map on the wall cries, I hear,</div>
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It lies of my follies, of my conjecture</div>
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Of my nightmares and of those abuses….</div>
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It cries of my blunders, my naivety,</div>
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The disillusions and the bruises…</div>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But this time the confession I heard,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Was turning to a plea,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A plea unto you</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A plea unto myself</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A plea that begs our cocoons to crumble</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crumble under the feet of time</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And mingle with the sands of this space</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The sand, I heard my prayer say, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Might then mould itself in a fortress</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Around our freshly bared souls</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To restrain their escape from this unity</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the notion of that unity, struck me with the truth</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Almost as if I walked into a wall of that maze</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A maze where I left some question,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">some exclamation and then some random punctuation…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The same maze, which somehow knows how to find me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And shows me the way to find you…</span></div></div>Rapture Without....http://www.blogger.com/profile/11705702351242367601noreply@blogger.com4