fire of truth

we stand in the fire of truth, burning

skin peeling

like pleasure and pain

tears fall like rain

to soak truth 

that was always waiting

ever so patiently

i laugh at my fear

as you lick my tear

that falls from my cheek

and awareness silently speaks

of love

tanya gwizdalla 28/11/11

awareness waits

when the rose gets pricked

by the thorn of truth

she cannot be tricked 

by her minds illusion 

her old petals fall

emerging bud bursts

with gods call

as her heart thirsts

she opens to flower

embodies her power

all whilst awareness

seeps into her softness

with transparent clarity 

in her texture

desire in the depth

of her colour

exquisite sweetness

in her aroma

purity 

in her presence

she is LOVE