Kailashana

May 20, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

kismet on water

how sweet the nightfall
how delicate this moonlight
deepening in you

like Kismet on water
I surrender,
immersed

enchanted willows
whisper:
"come to me."

— Kailashana, May 20, 2010

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Grassfield

16 years ago

Kismet

like a drop of cool water...your words...a drop of sweet peace...to quench the unknown thirst...very beautiful...enjoyed!!!!!!

Kailashana

16 years ago

Merci beaucoup, Grassfield. I love your name. "there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass...." ~ Rumi "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

loved

16 years ago

my kismet

...... i had the chance to submerge just lovely ovationary verse hark who comes there! just gr888888888888

Kailashana

16 years ago

Thank you Loved, perhaps a

Thank you Loved, perhaps a lark? ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

loved

16 years ago

thanks once again as usual perpetual

Please do apply your gr8888est mind And Errors, as well as some goodness In my compositions find And To improve them also do remind Plddddooo Keep me in your mind… loved www.triond.com lovelyhoney

the_fool

16 years ago

beautiful

almost toos short, makes you think about it and read it again. loved it

Kailashana

16 years ago

You are no fool, dear!

You are no fool, dear! ;-) "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

weirdelf

16 years ago

you know how much I adore you and your poetry

but must you write every day? I feel a little thin-ness Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]

Kailashana

16 years ago

Yes, Jess, you do feel my

Yes, Jess, you do feel my feelings. I am rather thin with words when I write every day. It's the stages I go through.... I feel fullness then I experience being emptied out, and my poetry is threadbare. Write everyday? If I don't I feel I haven't created something. Good bad or indifferent. Writing is the only thing that makes sense and remains a constant in my life. Everything else comes and goes. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

I second that Weirdelf

Ann of Norway The simple gentle touch of a great master (mistress!) of poetry softly stirs the senses with its delicate arousal in the sleep of love. Yes we love you Anna dearest you, your treasure you bring out to show us now and then in our moonlit minds, Ann.

Kailashana

16 years ago

Ahhh…. Ann. You do me

Ahhh.... Ann. You do me great honour. However, I am but an echo's whisper, fading into oblivion. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

judyanne

16 years ago

beautiful words beautifuly arranged anna

'like Kismet on water I surrender, immersed' what can i say to that? sigh ((((hug)))) love judd xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

RobertKnott

16 years ago

See...!- This is why i read poetry;

When all the world is as an infinite shadow agin' me, someone distant(yet maybe not) known only as thee writes; "The World is in Love" and i bow humbly for this kiss bog

lou

16 years ago

Beautiful

Beautiful , fantastic use of imagery, but it reads like only part of the poem, it would be even better if you expanded it a little. love lou xxxxx