vladik kelner
Bluelighter
So close…,
Yet, Ohhh…,
So far away.
Seems journey, deep into my dreams!
I close my eyes, to see the light
Awakening my senses.
And feel your presence, more and more
With subtle waves of pleasure.
The admiration I send you,
Is humble to thy nature.
You help me be, just who I am
With courage, love and patience.
Eternal nature of your soul,
Has oozed into my being.
Exposing life, I choose to live
With wisdom far, far, greater.
The stepping stone, to world of bliss
Becomes my faithful guidance.
The Tantric world, I’m floating to
Looks after, all my actions.
Supporting me at times of need,
To cope with all emotions.
Exposing nature of all things,
Allowing self to blossom.
There’s no more need, for me to be
A prey to all lifes’ pleasures.
The Art of Patience, you teach me
Is oh, so very special.
To be the God of my own space,
Through gift of intuition.
And even when I seem to be,
A victim of desires.
You gently take a hold of me,
Erasing false attractions.
While sealing traps, that most can’t see
Of lust over all reason.
I feel a tingling sense of warmth,
That tells me, you are near.
If only, I can break on free
From all illusive urges.
Controlling all my wants and needs,
And stop the endless seeking.
Allow the self, become like wind
To find a tune with Nature.
Releasing all unconscious drifts,
That hide you from my vision.
And only then, we’ll clearly see
Each other –
…For the first time.
Yet, Ohhh…,
So far away.
Seems journey, deep into my dreams!
I close my eyes, to see the light
Awakening my senses.
And feel your presence, more and more
With subtle waves of pleasure.
The admiration I send you,
Is humble to thy nature.
You help me be, just who I am
With courage, love and patience.
Eternal nature of your soul,
Has oozed into my being.
Exposing life, I choose to live
With wisdom far, far, greater.
The stepping stone, to world of bliss
Becomes my faithful guidance.
The Tantric world, I’m floating to
Looks after, all my actions.
Supporting me at times of need,
To cope with all emotions.
Exposing nature of all things,
Allowing self to blossom.
There’s no more need, for me to be
A prey to all lifes’ pleasures.
The Art of Patience, you teach me
Is oh, so very special.
To be the God of my own space,
Through gift of intuition.
And even when I seem to be,
A victim of desires.
You gently take a hold of me,
Erasing false attractions.
While sealing traps, that most can’t see
Of lust over all reason.
I feel a tingling sense of warmth,
That tells me, you are near.
If only, I can break on free
From all illusive urges.
Controlling all my wants and needs,
And stop the endless seeking.
Allow the self, become like wind
To find a tune with Nature.
Releasing all unconscious drifts,
That hide you from my vision.
And only then, we’ll clearly see
Each other –
…For the first time.
