spiritual truth
is conferred to youth,
by the age of nine
in a nursery rhyme,
yet gray-haired men
waddle in sin,
searching for the divine.
the quantum realm
is instinctively found
by children everyday.
they close their eyes
run and hide,
creating as they play.
Buddha reduced
virtues of eight
down to one,
for this we hail him great.
contrived disguise
redirects the eyes
obscuring perception
from the wise.
by K. Osei
at the end of day
early morning we lay,
side by side.
huddled in a nest
warm at rest,
covered in love.
surrender my pride
like sand to the tide
i am carried away,
even in slumber you slay.
blindly stalking the night,
gently moving in to bite,
nipple and nape,
sealed my fate.
the scent and swell
tender darkness
‘tis hard to tell,
am i predator
or am i prey.
i am immersed,
consumed!
raptured in bliss.
the presence of you
wanting of kiss.
scaling mountains,
walking vales
my fingers tracking
every trail.
alluring scent,
of love and lust
pheromones fusing
the two of us.
cozy and sweet
radiant heat
flowing from your soul.
supple soft resilient skin,
never knew a touch
could feel so much
sensations yearning for no end.
waxing gibbous moon
fades to morning all too soon.
by K. Osei
the sound and shape of darkness
is the shape and sound of light.
it is the color of D sharp,
the shape of a coin,
the smell of a thought
and the taste of pumpkin pie.
the shape and sound of darkness
is everything simultaneously
and the touch of nothing.
it is the black in the dark
and the dark in the light.
the sound and shape of darkness
is imagination,
that imagination can’t imagine.
an idea missing thought,
a breeze without wind,
the absence of absence
and the presence of absence.
the shape and sound of darkness
is the stillness in movement,
the tone of silence and silence
in the tones — it is.
by K. Osei
i see you.
outside in,
atop, below;
beastly skin.
i explore creation
out-of within.
utter eyes of eight,
it’s all visible
past and fate.
i see you.
i was there
when i was made,
light prevailed
in the shade.
i am the air,
the dearth of breath.
vision everywhere
inmost death.
i see you.
even the pulse,
my beating heart,
cells in circulation
from end to start
nowhere i do not see
all is bare
to eyes of ubiquity
by K. Osei
i’ve seen ancient horizons
setting against the sun,
i’ve heard the sound of the universe,
when the universe was one.
i’ve worn a thousand faces
they all feel the same,
distinguished only
by the tone of a name.
i echo the rhythm of nature
like leaves in the wind,
elements in motion,
since my time began.
beautiful harmony of paradox,
in the absence of time,
a wonderful wanderlust
both intimate and divine.
by K. Osei
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