For Lola

I really could just write
About her beauty
The whiteness of her vest
But it wouldn't do her justice

She just sits there
Her head slightly tilted
Not the wisest of expressions
But she has matured

Her thoughts might tumble
To the left side right now
Jumbling them up nicely
I do wonder what they are

One might think of her as small
And yet for years
She has observed and thought
Endured and enjoyed

Silent witness and owner
Of the house, her house
Kindly allowing presence
Defending her area

You welcome, you threaten
And soon after that
Hiding with fear, avoiding conflict
Terrified by a gust of wind

It wouldn't be a house
Without you running out the door
And back again, around the table
Recalling it without even closing my eyes

Sudden bursts of frenzy
Followed by eons of sleep
Must lead to an interesting
Mix of perspectives

There's time for confusing play
There's silent guilty theft
And immediate obedience
Followed by lazy compliance

So very anciently patient
Here I will use that word only twice
Dressed to attract, in her carriage
Knowing to be the center of attention

She makes us think she misses us
And silently she does
But truth be told
She wouldn't want us to know

And when she moves up and down
Without wanting to - trying to sleep
Exposed to the other's passion - Ours
Or the Mongol Empire's molestation

Even getting up there is a feat
Be it my lap, the couch
A tasty morsel or just her nest
My clothes or the odd costume on the floor

Ultimately, she looks at me from below
Helplessly agonizing over
Imminent death by shark
Helpless as a tiny baby

The next time she just jumps
As if she never needed anyone
Ignoring whom she just asked
To cuddle her, because she needed it

Endless patience - patience patience
Waiting Waiting Waiting
For the next time the words appear
That make her run and make you catch her

Emotions widely raging from
Those of a millenium sphynx
To those of a terrible Greek actor
Stoic, depressed, happy or extatic

We don't always listen
But when we do pay attention
We recognize ourselves in her
- I will allow this mention only once

Because Lola, so often ignored
Scolded, pampered, dressed and loved
You belong where you are now
No other place would be right

Lola the day may come
Perhaps the incarnation
Which give Your tumbling thoughts
The audience they deserve

But I do know being a little more aware
Of who you are and what you stand for
Will help not just you, Lola
But - humbly - me as well...

(it was really about time i wrote about her)

Double Growth

Had I learned it in nine years' time, it would have taken me half a century. Love at first touch has another layer... for both. And it still requires a definite and careful growth. With all the care and tenderness it is like allowing the projection of a feeling to define one's decisions. And they still need to be taken. Right or wrong. Mind and heart at odds.

Be it Fear, the Situation, Disbelief... Suprise at something so glorious. "No! It can't be!" Powerful protection mechanisms kick in - and if one is lucky - they may start to fade and allow the full volume of feelings to flow through one's soul.

Especially after a long and intense life. And there is still one ahead of us. As children and as a growing organism that slowly becomes one.

In Love.

Biggest Drawing in the World

http://biggestdrawingintheworld.com/

Shy

What I hand you today
Had I known time ago
Something as crude
Would be so welcome by you?

Is it? And if it is...

No, I know it is,
Or it would not be
My first thought in the morning.

And perhaps
Where there is no need for shyness
And you might
You will return the favor?

Ya Einee

My darling oh my eye,
Oh my eye, oh my nights
You make my eyes not sleep
During my days and my nights

I swear to God I missed you as much as your eyes,
And when you left me I missed your eyes
When you're around, oh Abou Samra (Dark One)
I enjoy staying up all night

And my beauty will live forever
And we'll sing, oh my eye, oh night
And singing is the life of our soul
And will heal the wounded heart

Come on let's dance and sing
And let's live in the most beautiful paradise

Come on, come on, come on...

Come on oh Baseim, play the drum a little
And oh Yasbee, improvise for me
And oh music, play yourself a little more

Dance for us like this...

(hoping it is the right one - to do list: learn Arabic)

Wow...

I know someone who is sooooooooooooooooo going to be cuddled soon!



Tingling sensations going up and down my spine - just thinking about it.



I Love You

Finally

One thinks about it
Experiences it even
Refreshes or discovers it for the first time

New perspectives
Find the meaning to an entire song
Like a misunderstood word in a lyric

Or sees the joy
In the Higher Love's eyes
And I kneel in Wonder, Finally

(2007 as well, bowing to StWi and BoMa)