Enraptured Love Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Its the thought that counts

allready i was dreaming of caddilacs, babys

dreams, should i have been more cynical

Am i in the forest

some dreams end up in the junk yard

but scince a question must have an answuer, and i need not be banished to the forest
The physical world must have a physical ansuwer, and the spirit director and champion
i will serve love as best i can

Be faithfull to love, because i know that only he can pour honey into my cup, and that unity has to be stronger than separation to survive, whole

my dna runs too the fountain, and the more ciculation, and, this creates distinguishing features of your persona, the strongest, and due to the situation evolve conciousness of god, the maker of plans, and, what he authorises is desirable and you right hand a faithfull champion, i, not minister

in his proposals, to keep the water clear in the fountain
but the wizard love put me in my place

Molehills, common necesity, a mere joke, superficial


the sea for the coast

the rough from the smooth

like water over a ducks back

no salt, no dna no destiny

No city to get lost in and be part of the boullabaise

At the whim of the muse

more airoplanes please

to restitute passion

all fragments, i offered you a ride through the milky way,

never mind there must be others, in what is a series of fragments,

what is lacking is a plan, a map a universall survey, a path through the jungle, there maybe flowers along the way calling your name

Untill you gat to the green grass of the meadow to the lake where you behold her countenance

the necesity must be satified, the flesh in weak,

in evolytion, the body desires it

We live in a physical world, although we are spiritual that goes up

you may say that we travel from the phisical to the ethereal, over and over

and that, in our imperfection, and in our striving to be in gods presence

although the enterprise of love proposes many contests

the three worlds have a centre in the mist