COMING TOWARDS ME A mythical love story I just created

Debris
by Blue October

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Coming Towards Me

I feel you coming towards me
Like a tidal wave at midnight
Like a waterfall at daybreak
Like a hurricane
In the middle of a desert
Washing away my fears
Giving me fresh tears
But tears of joy and light.

Your face is a vision to my eyes
Your smile like the sun on a distant planet
Your hands reaching
Teaching me to reach back
And gather you to my soul
Your touch is like fire
 Fire that burns but never burns up
Like a miracle
And a magician's illusion
That is more real than real.

My eyes see you
Even when they're closed
Even when they're blinded
By shooting stars
And flashes of would-be stars
That appear on my horizon
To steal my heart away
From the only one it loves.

I am weak, this is true
And human and flesh
And always hungry for feeling
Passion rules me
And kills me
And drives me away and toward
At the same time
Away from and toward you
And your cleansing rain
And my devouring flame.

I am me, woman that I am
And yours, man that you are
Wanting more than anyone can give
And giving more than anyone
Can take
A flame within an ocean,
An ocean that burns
With liquid fire
That can never be quenched
Till it be quenched in dust of death.

Feel that breeze caress your skin
That is me
Feel that kiss leave sweetness
Upon your lips..........
That is me
Feel that heat that envelopes
Your cooling heart
That is me loving you
Loving you, loving you
Like a song is loved by a singer
And a masterpiece, by it's painter.

And when you have loved me again
And I have dissolved like debris in water
Every ash and atom of me
Will still love you, still need you,
Still call your name
To the four winds
Still wait for you to pull me back together
And mend my broken wings
So I can once more fly
At your command.

I don't know if I love you
More than need you,
More than want you,
More than crave you
Like a magic potion
Made especially for me by the medicine man
Who looked into my soul
And knew what I needed
More than I did
And conjured you up
Out of bits of broken hearts
And raindrops.

Every night with you
I go embarking on a vision quest
To find myself
And finding myself in you
A man made of magic
And lust so pure
It is too sacred to be spoken of
Above a whisper in hallowed halls.

Inside you,
There is a heaven and a hell
And a journey to be made
To the center of a heart
As big as the universe
And as warm as candles
Forming a circle in the sand
For us to dance within
Where no music is needed
But is given to us by tongues of angels
And played on harps of gold.

You step out of the ocean
Mythical and ethereal
Cooled and bathed
By the small white hands of waves
Lapping against your flesh like the kisses
Of mermaids
Thereby refreshed by Poseidon
And released by waters
Centuries old.

You stop and look around you
Looking for me
The woman of fire and desire
That waits on the shore
Waiting for you to need me yet again
Under another star filled night
In a circle full of light
Our eyes meet
And lock with keys of longing
As our mouths form smiles
And taste kisses
That have not yet been kissed.

And you are coming towards me
And I am waiting like a woman
Who obeys
Who waits for permission to speak
Who looks for a nod of your head to approach
And I let you think I will yet wait again
But I do not. Not tonight.

Throwing my white robes to the wind
I step outside the circle
Bare as a baby, newborn
And on sand as soft as silk
I make my way to you
Dancing like a feather in a storm
And then I run
As your body pulls me to you like a magnet
I cannot resist nor do I want to
And you are coming towards me
As I come to you
You, the tidal wave and me, the burning fire
And we embrace again, as always
In liquid flame.

©by Voo
March 23, 2019
4:38 p.m.

this write was inspired, in part, by Pele goddess of Volcanoes
and Kanaloa, god of the sea

and partly inspired by the song up top
by Justin of Blue October
The story wrote itself while I listened
to the song

TRUST is the highest form of praise

TRUST

most beautiful melody
I ever heard

Trust song given by the Spirit
sung by Voo

The light I give you....don't hide it....share it and it will grow..

Use Your Gifts......................

Don't keep them hidden.......

My light in you will cover the Earth.............

Follow the Light...............always

and it will lead you to the secret city....your heavenly home....

That only those full of my light may see manifested..........

You need only to trust in my words..............

And BELIEVE.................to enter in..............

Thank you for trusting Me, welcome home!

My Kingdom I'll provide you.....

When you give the highest form of praise.....

your trust.

Words to the Song

Come children, dance before me

Come worship and adore me

Come lay your lives before me

In the highest form of praise.

Come sing me hallelujah

And I'll give blessings to ya

Overtake and pursue you

When you give the highest form of praise.

Come let me live inside you

Direct you, teach and guide you

My kingdom I'll provide you

When you give the highest form of praise.

What is this thing you ask Me?

What do you tell and task me?

Your TRUST is all I'm asking......

That's the highest form of praise.

Your Trust is all I'm asking

That's the highest form of Praise.

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And when I asked Him exactly what He meant

He said, If you know someone trusts you with all their

heart, don't you feel highly praised by that knowledge?

If a little child trusts you to always be there and take

care of them and you know that, do you need any other praise

from them to make you feel loved?

No, Trust is the highest form of praise

Absolute trust in Me as your Father is all the praise I need

from you and all I ask.

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HABIBI (my love)

Habibi

Eyes as black as night

And skin like caramelized sugar

In a thawb as white as clouds

In an azure sky

You appeared like a vision

To my hungry eyes.

I watched you walk

Through the gardens

And the vines seemed 

To reach for you 

With tiny green fingers

That I wished were mine.

Everywhere there was

The scent of flowers

And spices, rare and fragrant

Floated in the air

Above your head

And trailed behind you

In the dust.

You moved like a lion

Regal and  confident

Like a Prince

Yet somehow, approachable

Even as I shrank back

Into the roses

And the shadow's embrace.

You carried something 

In your hand

Wrapped in silk

And tied with ribbon

And all my friends who watched you

Wished it was for them.

Pretending to be busy

With chore or garden,

They looked away

And bent round

With their baskets

And giggled in their hands.

"Habibti!" I heard you call out

And my heart melted in my breast

"Come forth, Little Flower

I have a gift I have brought you!"

And all the girls looked at me

With daggers in their eyes 

And wished they could be me.

Pulling you back into the arbor,

You laughed and dropped your gift

And took me in your arms

"Why are you hiding, my heart?

Why are you always playing games?"

And my dark eyes looked up into yours

And my soul joined with yours

As it did every time we met

And longed to be permanently

And eternally joined.

"Have you been weeping, Jameela?"
You asked,

Looking closely at my face

"Who has made my Yar Amar cry?"

You asked, alarmed and I tried to hide my tears

"It's nothing, Habibi." I say

"Nothing, my Ishq, all is well."

But all was not well but how could 

I tell you, my Ha Rouhi

That my father had taken all hope away

With his sudden announcement

At the noon meal.

"I have found you a husband, Noor."

He said matter-of-factly 

As I passed him the bread

With my eyes cast low

My mother clapped her hands

And smiled like the moon

When it is full.

"Sa ha!" she exclaimed happily

Flitting around the room like a butterfly

Intisar with joy at the thought

Of her only daughter being wed

And never knowing that I was already wed

In my heart.

"Habibi! My Habibi!" I cried

And threw myself into your arms

"I can't believe what my father has done to me!"

"What? What?" you asked loudly

And shook my by the arms

"What has your father done to you, Roohi?"

"Qalbi! Qalbi!, I will die, I will die!"

I wept, panic taking hold of me

"I will not marry anyone else! Never, never, never!"

And I collapsed on the green grass

At your feet.

You stood there in stunned silence

For many long eternities

As I died and was reborn over and over again

Only to die again of a broken heart.

You picked the silk wrapped package

Off the ground and held it in your hands

Trying to make sense of what I was telling you

Wondering what you would say to me

When I stopped crying.

And then a smile broke out on your handsome face

Like the sun breaking through the clouds

And you grabbed me up in your arms

And danced me 'round and 'round.

"Have you gone mad?" I shouted at you

And all the girls in the gardens looked up sharply

And all around to see what the conflict was

Hoping that it was you setting me free

So that they might take my place.

"Jameela, roohi, love of my life!" you said

And tore open the package,

 Took out a bracelet of rubies,

And slipped it on my wrist

 As I looked at you like a mad man.

"It is I."

"It is I that your father wishes you to marry!

My father has been meeting with him all week

And I was just told of their decision this morning!"

Hardly believing my ears, I stood there 

Covering my huge smile with my hands

Then I stretched out my arm 

To admire the bracelet.

And then I grabbed your hand

And we went running through the gardens

Like children, laughing like children

While all my jealous friends watched

And swore, un-lady-like underneath their breath.

©by Voo

Jan 22, 2019

2:56 a.m.

For Hamid,
my love
wherever you are

Passion

DESERT FLOWER SECRET

Darbuka drums Belly dance music

Darbuka Spirits

          song

       Tarkan-Kayıp

                Hanine Arabian music and dance

ARMS OF THE ANGEL

GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY


HEAVEN IS SO BEAUTIFUL
I SAW IT IN A VISION
AND IF I HAD THE CHANCE TO GO THERE AGAIN
IT WOULD BE A SIMPLE DECISION.

THE STREETS OF THE CITY ARE PAVED WITH GOLD
IT'S GATES ARE MADE OF PEARL
THE RAIN BOWS THERE AROUND GOD'S THRONE
ARE NOT FOUND IN THIS WORLD.

THE FLOWERS DANCE, THE FLOWERS SING
THE MUSIC FILLS THE AIR
BUT IF YOU LOOK TO SEE THE SOURCE
IT COMES FROM EVERYWHERE.

THE WIND OF HEAVEN IS SWEET AND GENTLE
IT FEELS LIKE A LOVING CARESS
THE PERFUME OF ROSES RIDES ON IT'S WINGS
AND IT BRINGS YOU SUCH PEACE AND SUCH REST.

THE COLORS WITH WHICH GOD HAS PAINTED HIS KINGDOM
MAKE THE COLORS WE KNOW SEEM SO DIM AND SO PALE
WITH THE EYE OF AN ARTIST, HE HAS CREATED A MASTERPIECE
AND IT'S THERE, WAITING, SHINING, JUST BEYOND THE VEIL.

THE FAMILY OF GOD RESIDES IN THAT PLACE
THE ONES WHO HAVE GONE ON BEFORE
THOSE WHO SUFFERED AND DIED BUT NOW IN JOY DO ABIDE
WHERE THEY'LL NEVER KNOW GRIEF ANYMORE.

THE ANGELIC ARMY HAS HEAD QUARTERS THERE
AND THEY GO AND THEY COME AND THEY GO
ON MISSIONS AND WARS, TO COMFORT THE SCARRED
ON ORDERS THAT ONLY THEY KNOW.

IN THE MIDST OF THE CITY IS A RIVER
THAT COMES FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF GOD
THAT BEGINS AT HIS THRONE AND FLOWS TO HIS OWN
LIKE A RIVER OF CRYSTAL CLEAR BLOOD.

ON IT'S BANKS STAND SUCH MARVELOUS TREES
AND THEIR FRUIT GROW IN VARIOUS KINDS
AND THE PEOPLE DO MEET AND COME THERE TO EAT
FOR THE HEALING OF THEIR BODIES AND MINDS.

YOU NEVER SAW SUCH GLORY!
YOU NEVER SAW SUCH LOVE!
YOU NEVER SAW HERE ON THIS EARTH
WHAT'S WAITING THERE ABOVE!

THIS POEM COULD LAST FOREVER
AND I NEVER COULD RELATE
THE UN-ENDING WONDER OF HEAVEN
THAT EXISTS BEYOND THOSE GATES.

THERE IS NO HATE AND THERE IS NO HURT
NO MISERY OR PAIN
SUCH HAPPY PEOPLE WITH HAPPY FACES
AND THE JOY COMES DOWN LIKE RAIN.

THE FATHERS OF THE FAITH DWELL THERE
THE ELDERS AND THE TEACHERS
THE KINGS, THE PRIESTS, THE GREAT, THE LEAST
THE PROPHETS AND THE PREACHERS.

EVERYONE HAS A PLACE OF HONOR
(MAYBE NOT IN LIFE) BUT NOW
BUT NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HIMSELF
BUT AT JESUS' FEET, THEY BOW.

AND JESUS IS THE SUNSHINE THERE
HIS LIGHT FILLS EVERYTHING
IN THE PLACE PREPARED BEFORE THE BIRTH OF EARTH
WHERE JESUS IS THE KING.

THEN THE VISION ENDED AS VISIONS DO
IT FADED FROM MY EYES
BUT I CAN STILL SEE IT HERE IN MY HEART
THAT BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL PARADISE.

THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE SPLENDOR OF HEAVEN
I LONG FOR IT SO THAT IT MAKES MY SOUL CRY
OH, TO STEP ON THAT SHORE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT MORE!
WITH IT'S GOLDEN CLOUDS IN A SILVER SKY.

©by Voo
A true story
November 18, 2002 2:30 a.m.