Purity

I came to a realization tonight. Whether it's tantric or from meditation is unclear. What is clear is I've never felt so free and serene. You see there are many forms of love in this plain of existance but the pure forms of love come with no labels or expectations. If you can love without being a typical human and expecting something in return then you are on another plain. Then comes something which many including me fear which is to be "in love" with someone. Should we tell them or should we keep it to ourselfs to not cause the other person stress? Months I've pondered what to do and if my actions were pure of heart and I realized that to be pure of heart and in love is simply that. It's how "I" feel and there is nothing wrong nor is there any malice to it. It is simply me being in love with the most glorious being I know without expecting anything in return or putting a silly label on it. That is pure, that is free. Cause I'm loving her without caging her, hence I'm not caging me. So my actions by telling her are just and pure and the first time in my life I've felt I've reached a new plane of love. Why? Cause I've finally understood love in it's basic and extrodinary forms. I love and am in love because it's my feelings and I expect nothing. This my friend is serenity. And I thank her for letting me be me and the wisdom she's shared which has helped me reach another plain. 

By Matthew branton

As I dance in the valley of purgatory straddling the wall that seperates darkness and light I can't help but wonder why I must choose a side. I know the darkness in the most intimate fashion more then any can truly comprehend. Yet, the light and love of eternity I've seen with my very own eyes. One need not have faith when they've already seen the cursed beauty of heaven. Coexisting beyond our comprehension we are both for we can not exist without the other. Why should I ignore the ravaging lust of darkness and only act upon the good? Is it for the promises I've made or for retribution of my earlier days? Do I dare think that in the grand scheme of time and space the minute reprocutions of my actions leave a scar upon this plain? Silly to ponder yet I truly wonder "what if". What if I lacked honor and integrity? What if I hadn't made the promises? Would I be me, or would I bring my dreams to life and blanket humanity with the ashes of there brethren? Truly a shame then, that we will never really know, for I'm stuck straddling the wall of purgatory between heaven and hell, waiting for her to choose....

By Matthew branton

A momentary glimpse of your elegant curves and radiant sultry smile is all that's required to bruise my eyes forever. Everytime you're close my spirit tries to break free and cling to you as if it had found perfection and doesn't want it to slip away. Blinded by your magnificence and knee quivering hottness I stumble on my merry way. Content yet distraught. Free yet I desire no other. Like a fool Im in to deep, I let myself go like a leaf on the wind and now I fear it'll never be. In silence I'll show restraint, for what could be gained if I speak? But truly you must already know, my eyes tell no lies for they are the gateway to the soul. In the end it doesn't matter, for who am I and what could I truly offer?..... 

By Matthew branton

Alone on the grassy plain my roots run deep into the moist cold earth yet the water no longer brings life. My branches bear no leaves for shade and the color of life has left me. Dark an ominous my shell remains. I am leaned on and used for support but no one stays for the beauty has gone. One day the fire will consume my dry coarse shell and the winds will scatter my ashes along the plain and the memory of all that i've done will fade away. Forgotten like the fog that was pushed away by the suns vibrant light. One day I will be no more for I was nothing to begin with. I was only "that tree", never "thee tree". 

By Matthew branton

The clouds slowly moving through the sky as if they were the breath from her bossom on a cold winters night. Slowly morphing from grey to silver as they approach her vibrant light. Hidden from view as the clouds roll over yet her pressence radiates a warmth thats urgent and sense of freedom that's intoxicating. As I look into the mirror in the sky I envision her lying there as the sheets carres her soft succulent skin, flowing over her curves giving just a glimpse of the beauty beneath. Her power eminates and engulfs me, even the seas move to a rythm they themselves do not understand, all for her. Hidden beneath the layers of woven silk is a gift that is seldom seen, a beauty that the eyes cannot grasp, only the heart can see and it's power and beauty can move the world like nothing you've ever seen. True beauty you can't understand. True beauty you can't control. True beauty is free, the way it's supposed to be. My dear, true beauty is you, did you really think this poem was just about the moon.   

By Matthew branton

I could write something to provoke your imagination and bring forth you're curiousity with words that define and illuminate places of vivid colors and magical ideals. But all I want to write about is you. You know youreself yet question your own mind, heart, an soul. The gears of your inner being frantically turning in an effort to decide what is rite and what is safe, what is acceptable and how far to go. Will there be labels an will you lose control. If you submit to the truth will you be broken by it, can you survive it. Courageous yet bound by your fear. I'm not saying to be frivolous with your choices but don't let fear guide you or you're only escaping the cages of the past and replacing them with a cage of fear. Be free from me, be free with me. Be you for you. Embrace that which you are and open up the possibilities that stand before you. No labels. No expectations. No bounderies or rules. No cages of your own making and no acceptance of others cages. Just be you an be true. Be free. That's all I'm asking of you, to let your brillance shine and be free.   

By Matthew branton

We smile through the tears, we smile through the fears, we smile through the pain, we smile cause we can. Everyday an obstacle, everyday a challenge, yet no matter the reality we smile through the years. Some say we lie, some say we wear a facade. Throughout all the pain, if you try, I'm sure even you could find 1 thing to smile about too. Happieness is simply a choice...

By Matthew branton