sarvamentu [L.B.]

Rasāsvāda - the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts Posts tagged with #sarvatura are original works written by myself

[sarvamentu]

show me the stars let the sun burn me up, and let the moon cool me down fill my lungs with water and my heart with your love so I’ll be drowning and floating at the same fucking moment

~ L.B. | 04 Feb. 2015

[metamorphesque]

Mary Oliver, What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems

[sarvamentu]

Today my husband moved abroad for the upcoming 4,5 to 5 months. We will see each other only once a month due to the distance. We have never been apart for more than 14 days - and even that only happened once. These months will be... tough and weird...

But hey, they will most probably inspire to some great poetic writing.

~ trying to see the good in the bad.

[sarvamentu]

*continues to write nothing at all*

[lindamarieansonsnaps]

[vangoghcore]

by thecountrycrib

[icardamome]

[ginadope]

I sing of soft longings On a local radio In fog Love used to unveil Come back in the afternoon With the manufactured Most honest joy First steps into paradise Last ones before the world came together

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[goneahead]

I know now how the pines felt, in those heady first few days, when flowers bloomed for the first time. I understand how their resin dark hearts cracked and they spread their arms willingly to the cold forgetfulness of snow. You are four states and nine hundred miles away, and oh, how I know what the pines felt, when the fickle butterflies abandoned them, forever… ~~~~~ weird fact: butterflies are much older than flowering plants

[maureen2musings]

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life.by.linus

[sarvamentu]

Today my husband moved abroad for the upcoming 4,5 to 5 months. We will see each other only once a month due to the distance. We have never been apart for more than 14 days - and even that only happened once. These months will be... tough and weird...

But hey, they will most probably inspire to some great poetic writing.

~ trying to see the good in the bad.

[sarvamentu]

this ghostly land inhabited by figments of my creation strolling past giants barren trees breathing sorrow blinding lights heading on molecules standing beside merging into atoms an endless cascade into nothingness the mortal soul unable to withstand with cold air dripping around ~ L.B. | a work in progress, eager to share | 25 Jan. 2022

[seabeck]

Morning sun

[sweetd3lights]

All rights reserved  by alfonso maseda varela

[fotographee]

string cheese

west seneca, ny

october 4, 2022 // 7:00 PM

click for higher resolution :-)

[sarvamentu]

stairwall

on the wall by the stairs we hung our first photo ’t was a midsummer dream we covered our necks in ethereal kisses, promising we’d never leave

yet here we are at the bottom of the stairs hanging that last picture of us holding hands entering our final midnight  

~ L.B. | 22 sept. 2022 | #FromOneLine 227

[02vin]

12-31-2022, 7 AM