Fragile

A broken heart.
A damaged relationship.
A broken trust.
A loss of confidence.

A crystal glass.
A porcelain vase.
Fourteen carat gold.
And my love for you.

When I feel your love,
I am at peace.
It is my trust that is
fragile, because my heart
has been so broken.

It has been you that
has taught this fragile
heart,that love
is possible.

Karmasage

A Precious Gift

If I had a
little blue box
I would fill it up,
with a prayer for you.
The prayer would be
filled with peace.
It would help you
live in the moment.

This box would hold a
lifetime filled with
love and acceptance.

This same box would
be filled with passion
and ultimate joy.

In corners of the box
you would find clarity,
trust, honesty, and
forgiveness.

The soft tissue paper that
protects these gifts holds
arms of calm.

In this beautiful precious
gift you will find, your
strength, your generosity,
your faith, your grace,and
what your truly grateful for.

In this gift you can unwrap
your creativity, your dreams,
embrace who loves
you and retrieve your greatest
desires.

In this precious gift
you will reveal to youself,
the best parts of you.

Karma Sage

A Loss of a Life

I feel a void.
An unexplainable loss.
A disconnect.
A shattered ray of hope!

A life,a death.
A Past,a present.
A stranger dancing in
the mist.

We share a past,no present,
we share blood, and a family tree.
But I am not sure we are family.

In context you were my aunt
who shared my blood. I did not
really know you. You were
mother, a grandmother, an aunt,
a sister, a woman,
a friend, and lover.

You had people who love
you and will miss you.

You had love, faith, pain, burdens,
and cherished memories.

I hope you found peace.
I hope your sacred family
is waiting for you.
Reaching for you.

Today you took hold
of journey, a new hope.
A new world,an adventure
with what came before.

Find your sense of Peace.

KS

A Wonder World

I feel you drifting away.
Where too,I do not know.
I feel your longing.
A longing for something
I do not know.

I want to understand
your aloofness.
Your desire to disappear.

Is it a need to escape!
To find a sense of peace!

Is it Place?
Is it it something new?
Is it a person?
Is it a thing that
enlightens you?

Are you finding your way!
Or are you on soulful
adventure.

I hope you let me know!
I feel a sense of confusion
erupting.
A sense of searching.
Are you searching for you?

Are you busy or just resting!
Or is it just a distortion.
I guess you do not want
me to know.

Do you want me to think your
only strong.
Someone who is just happy!
Do you want to portray a
sense of peace.

The things,I wonder
about you.

Karma sage

That Kind of Presence

The remembrance of child's
presence.
I feel the sun on my
face.
Look at the diamonds
sparkling in the waterfall.
Wow,look at the northern lights.

I remember the wolf
by the lake on a cliff
it stared right into my eyes
it was like we were one.

That was what it was like
when you were with me,
we were ever present. Like we
were one, like we new each
other forever. You amazed me.
You made me feel ever moment.
We were present in every moment.
KarmaSage

A Graceful Presence

I long to feel presence
that a child feels.
To feel the balance in
every moment.
To feel life's grace in
the ordinary.

I am waiting to be the
divine intervention of
my universe.
I want to marvel in
everything that comes
across my path.

I want the amazement one
feels, as you watch in awe,
this is my life.
That ecstasy you feel when you
are truly present.

I want to share it with
one who I adore and amazes
me. In our piece
of spiritual sanctuary.
Within our sense of peace.

That sense of grace you
feel, when you know this is
where you are meant to be.
We come into world trailing
a sense of grace, but it is
at this moment you know
have found grace and know why
you were born into this moment.

Karma sage

Misunderstood

He alludes you at every advance.
His plan at every attack is avoidance.
He shelters you from
ever really knowing him.

He must envision himself as mysterious!
He hides under the umbrella
that he is merely human.
You wonder if it's
his own insecurities,
his own frailities that
keeps him away.

You wonder what he is waiting for!
Perhaps for you to escape!
Have you allowed him to trap you?

You wonder if he doubts you.
Does he realize he
is breaking you.
It feels like your being mislead.
Or is he just misunderstood.

You want to capture his love.
You recognize he wants to be untamed.
He appears to want unconvetional.
Have you misunderstood.

Is it the doubt an the distrust
that resides in both us?
That makes are love fade,
or is it time and space.

How much is merely misunderstood.

karma sage

Lost but not Forgotten

I have come undone,
plunged to the ground
without lifeline.
Lost my way again.
No longer feel understood.
I feel that the gods have
tempted me, in order to
untarnish my sense of trust.
They have eluded me with
manufactured desires and
mislead me with temptations
of love.
Where is my faith, where is
my surrender, and
where is joy?
Where is the solid ground?
My roots feel like they are
disintegrating.
I feel like I am free falling
into the abyss.
I reach my had out to embrace faith.
Faith moves me into another round
of darkness, but surely I will find solid
ground, or will grow wings and fly.
I will not be tempted by dissatisfaction.
I will embrace faith and not be allured by
an illusion of love.


KarmaSage

A wild women's search
for Love

When you are in love with
wild woman you are in love with
twin souls. The wild woman
has an outer answer and inner
answer,that you must always
understand.

She looks for a mate with blind
eyes. She feels your compassion,your
devotion, your loyalty, your insight ,your kindness,
your ability to be concerned for her and your
ability to care for yourself.

She embraces you because of your ability
to learn and your capability to be curious
about how things work. She knows you can open and close.

She needs a mate who is capable of being strong
yet sensitive. Your strength is like a tree unbending
and flexible. You are capable of sensitivity,and have ability
too see around you and you are awakened.

She is in search for one who feels pain when she hurts them
and shows it and has ability to be sorry when they hurt her.
She does not want someone who gives up on her and shows no emotion.
You have ability to feel pain and see pain.

She needs someone who has an inner life,
who has love for something. A passion
and creative life.

She wants someone who shares values and she wants
to create memories good and bad. She needs to
share something deep an meaningful with you.

She wants someone who has similar values and a need
for roots and wants to share that. She wants alleviate
friction and have the pragmatics.

She needs someone with compassion and who can listen and
share communally in conversation. Someone who wants discover
an internal harmony together.

She wants someone who can laugh at themselves and assists
her to see the humour in herself. Who knows how to stop and
argument in mid sentence.

She wants a partnership which can over look faults and withstand
differences and quirks.

She needs a person who is her friend and lover.
A person who does not separate the two but integrates
love and friendship into one.

She must choose a person who makes her life bigger
not smaller.

This is the love a wild woman is looking for.
a love that is strong and true.

Karma sage

Paradise found in a Greenhouse

It is a sanctity of green.
There is breeze of liquid life
pulsating in the air.

I am surrounded by layers
of unlimited energy.
There are moist droplets of
sunshine lingering in the air.
It feels like the cool mist
generated by a waterfall,coolly
misting your face.

There is visual symphony
of breathtaking shades of green.
Vibrant notes of island colours
splashing a visual canvas.

The vision is like poetry, in motion.
It captivates your every sense.
I am engulfed with its beauty and purity.
It is literally a rainbow of greens created
by god. With delicate bright blooms that evoke
angel wings and fairy dust. Small and majestic
miracles surround me.

Each piece of foilage is like masterpiece.
The breathtaking shades of green paint
an exhilatering sensation of peace.
The vibrant blooms electrify a sensual
release of joy.

It is like the soulful moment at the
first light of dawn.
It is like being baptised in ocean waves.
It is the exhileration one feels when
they experience love for the first time.

I am energized by the peace and purity.
I am transported to paradise.

Karmasage

It seems we can never give up longing and wishing while were thoroughly alive. There are things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. George Elliot

Love is that enevitable state that knows know envy or vanity,only empathy to be greater than onself.

Some people never say the words " I love You". It's not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words" I love you" cause like a child they are longing to be told. unknowen

My feelings for you shame me into silence.
The truth of this and your name will never be revealed.
It is you who has made me realize the failure of my life.
The thought of you feels me with longing at the same time
a burning humiliation, that produces scar tissue and dead brain cells.
Your existence mocks me and I am unable to confront this.
You have know idea of any of this. None of this is your fault it is completely with me.
It is you who makes me see what I really am.
I am weak and out of touch with myself.
Henry Rollins

There is immense painful longing for a broader, fuller, more coherent,more comprehensive of what we humans are,who we are and what life is for. Saul Bellow

Longing for me...

I thought I knew who I was.

Only to discover I was lost.

I got lost in someone else.

I forgot about me.

I let them fill me up with
their importance.

I however forgot the
importance of
me.

I let them become a kind
of everything, and than
I woke up and could not find me.

They nurtured and would not let go
when I did not trust.

They probed and tested.

They challenged.

They manipulated and tried to mold
like a piece a clay.

They often interrogated me.

Are they just a mirror reflection of me?

An outer voice to remind me who I am meant
to really be.

Who really knows who they are meant to be to me.

All I know is I am reminded of who I am to me!

Karma sage

Longing...

I long to be held with a pure heart.
To be cherished by a rare soul
whose fingertips trace my scars
with care.

I long for the person who embraces
my bruised heart with the fragility
of soft whispering feathers.

I long for a person to hold me
like the water molecules,during a hot bath.
Not unlike,their touch upon my skin, and when
heat of their touch lingers.

I long for the natural way I feel when I
curve against their body.
Like smooth silk,and soft embers.
Like a soft buzz of electrical harmony.

I long for their aroma,their cool
clean breeze of musk and emotion.
The aroma of passion and purity.

I long for their exploration of
my body , mind, and spirit. I
long for my moments of exploration
of their every being.

I long for memories that remind us
of what were capable to be.

I long to show my love,
...to get lost in love.

karmasage

Longing For...

Were all longing for something.
Generally we do not know what it is!
Usually it is something intangible.
Maybe something we wish existed.

I long for someone who,
does not,appear to exist.
A Person who is there for me
and I can be there for them.
A Person who is not afraid to
show all of who they are.
A person who does not hide
and retreat.

I long for a heart that knows mine.
I long for a hear that trusts.
I long for something simple, not filled
with games.

I thought I found it, but moments when I
need to be loved lately they tell me nothing.
I tell them I miss them , they say
nothing.
Maybe it is I am only hearing the times
when they do not say anything rather than
when they do.

This Person keeps you off balance one moment
they tell you are soul mates.
Next moment your a friend and they love you.
Sometimes they ask, can it not be both.

I will admit to not trusting love.
I will admit to being stubborn to love.
I will admit to making mistakes in love.
I will admit to confusion when it comes to love.
I will admit to not understanding the way some people love.

I admit that when I love you
I am loyal, I would be the person you
could count on to be there for you.
What concerns you matters to me.
When I love you, I love with all my heart.

When you hurt my core,I will stop loving.
I will not tolerate being unloved,
used, or abused.
I will not tolerate empty words or promises
that never materialize.

I can admit to being unloving,and stubborn.
Usually it is times when I feel unloved by
you.
When you know what is needed and you
withhold.

We all are preoccupied
with jobs, business and dreams;
and take for granted matters
the of our heart.
We forget that when our world
turns upside down,we will find
whose hearts we nurtured with care.
Those who we did not,may not be there.

Longing comes to exist when you
stop recognizing what you have
and when you start losing your
yourself and love.

karmasage

How do we love?

You give love,you take it away.
You misuse love!

You say it, do you mean it?

Do you borrow love?
Do you carry backup love?
Do you push away love?
Do you withhold love and
leave people hostage?
Do you really trust love?

When did love become so jaded
so impure!

I thought we were all born to be loved.
To experience an extraordinary love.
To find path to a rare sweet love.

To find love that is true.

Maybe some of us are meant
to learn how to love.
Or to find a freedom to love.
Or find a way to accept love.
Or a path to self love.
Or not to fear love.

All I know for sure, is we all
desire to be loved.
To find someone who sees us,
accepts us,and knows us.
Someone who is brave enough
to love us.

karma sage

A Mother Gone

It is distance memory when
you held me when I was fagile.
I wonder if you wished you had
made different plans.
I wonder if was too much.
Too complicated, you had no time to
discover you.

I sit here and wonder today, did
I ever have mother because it
has been so long.
I no longer plan mother's day
for you.
You have become a stranger to me,
so the celebrations have become
void.

On Mother's day I still feel
like I should be celebrating
someone or something.
Perhaps I should I celebrate
all the women
who continue to be mothers.

It maybe I should celebrate
all the motherless children's bravery.
It maybe that each one of us who has
lost their mother; had her long enough
to move alone.
Or a group of women who continued
to hold me up when you were gone.
But like you they are gone too.

For a time I felt you around
me.
Perhaps you were
trying to make ammends
for leaving too soon.

So I sit here wondering what
to celebrate, today.
A mother,I miss.
Perhaps a celebration of
letting go.

Karma Sage