I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s mine ~ Song of Songs, 6:3 Love is everything. It is not confined to a definition or a list. It is what gives life meaning. It is not an emotion, even though it feels so sweetly. It is often a verb because we need to...
night falls in the moon gardensweet cacao kisses the delicate petals of the rose– an Eden,in the heavens of our heartsthe eternal beloved ~ poetry by Lubomira Kourteva We were all created with our five basic senses: smell, taste, sight, touch and hearing. While many...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light two matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great grand-mother once taught me towill they turn towards each other?or maybe i’ll dry my wild...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: Today I was playing around with some black and white visual effects with an photo of mine from my beloved sea – ah, I love my sea! And for...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
