I'm running up the hill
Swami
high speed
towards You
I'm not looking back
past rocks, hail stones, pitfalls
so many lives...
stories
joyful and tragic
where are they now?
O Sai! what sweeter goal
You are at the summit
I'm running a swift current
up the mountain
over tombstones
freshly fallen tears
broken hearts
towards
Heaven's sea
Much better than "going downhill and no longer on skis, fast." A friend wrote me recently after a lifetime of skiing and scuba diving for enjoyment and teaching others.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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for your encouraging comments.
Sending you star seeds of divine love
Sonya Ki
Ron
with such a soft voice of what is and
what could be in tune with a greater voice
wrapped in love. So lovely.