The lord of the Fish


Sea Shells
he gifted to me
Coral amulets
made of the beaches that he loved
Scintillating rare seaweed greens like diamonds of the heart

Appeared every day at the same place with an handsomely worn headdress – an anchor to become visible in gross state for a while

A mistery cavalier

Hanging there between the fumes of the burning passage of blues and the reds of the horizons of dusks

Incessantly marking the sandline of the effervescent history

Making all sunsets nude
a gift of all sunsets
from all worlds

the glory
and the lustre
and the majesty
of such steeping transparency

Singing me indefatigably
the mantra:

***” Be Happy!”***

Pushing the sound
letter by letter
through the pores of my Skin

with an assertive glance
of sea-blue crystal
in one emphatic breath
Disallowing any of my
blurring existentialist doubtful

Ooze in
by a Shhhushh

from his sensing

A mouth
made of the waves of the ocean

Curing the lost last traces

Dumping all the veiling

Massaging with

Now only
the waking
of the soul
to its velvety

by and between
his ebb and flow

I stood there always
Bubbles surging
or my silhouette
by the wind
Made of the blow
of the Goddess

A poem
just a poem

(What’s the difference?)

He wanted to have
from me

Shared !’

I exclaimed

Your and mine
Dissolving Gaze’

unknowing what
he meant

The winds
Rushed the motion
of it all then

It is a dance !
Yes a dance

A dance

Ecstatic dance

as if
but nonchalantly
and the same
All the time
Making the days
Painfully the tea-time
of Alice in Wonderland

As it disappeared
or he ….or all …or
heared my heart
in the same rhythm of
his grandeur
vanishing line

A fading
Filling the
to its
Immutable Hertz
Goodbye Sweetie



I recognized him
only after he left

A dream

This treasure
Made of the ocean of illusions
Rising from my belly
made him up

Yes yes

by my mind

and he
As a he

Just like that

Just like that

He could kiss

Kiss it all over me
until I would disappear
Piece by piece

Like the ocean mountains

destroyed or reborn
is in the perception of
ignorent or wise

I was prepared to erase me

6 levels down if necessary


or else
let it all fade
If you can


Only then

Should you rise again

Maybe to below 2 levels up

and then
to the Light

The light that we are

and I woke up


who I am

is knowing

this king

Half man Half Fish
in my imagination
The Lord of the Fish


A torch of starlight
after sunsets

Illuminates the
“There ain’t a method really”

with a Shhsshhh

“On spirituality”

You will see

You will see

when the
Shape of the sound
Splittered as
the phosphorus
glitter of waves
makes the waves
your own

Only after
the rays touch
Sunset skies of all dreams

Arambol beach


The unspeakable

When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and received immediately and perpetually without any delay/space/gap/words because in love mind is the same Heart is the same and One
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only dissolving seasons and landscapes Making worlds transparent Stitching time with patterns of residues
for yoga only
Only yoga converts these stitches to flower fractals gifted to the dance of the wind
The wind that reflects the fractal flowers as clouds that will rain rain
for Satya
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and so I can see you when I want in a shape through which I sense you are watching me but a shape is a concession only
because then you are everywhere if this is to be assigned to a place
because then you are everything if this is to be assigned to a thing
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only but ‘to think’ is not how i can describe such recognition in reality
You is a sparkle landing from a crest to the heart that converts to a white flower that reflects all color as gapless creativity …
You is a dream that makes all a dream inseparable from truth
You is a thought that stops all thought

You is not something to be continued
You is not silence not any stillness could describe
And still
You is all that

The unspeakable

Reflection of reflection

We sit in meditation
 like holding hands
 We connect from our hearts
 to manifest
 the pattern
 of the Stars

which becomes a reflection
 of the lover's dream

in waters

which manifests
 and materializes
 a dock
 to tie itself to

 the gates
 between three worlds

for those who can see

all the rest
 as a means

appear within
 the knowledge of the self

an awareness of which
 is the bridge
 connecting both sides

a bike to cross
 to reach the ship
 where lovers' meet

 all that
 to a sparkle

from the water
 to the sky
 from the sky
 to the lover's eye

that has been

 as of

Leiden Haven


For each of your exhalation
There is a snowflake
Touching her skin
Sprinkling joy to her face
Through the winking
of the eyes
A heavenly smile
illuminates skies
with which you can smell
Smell her
like the universe

Aerial view

Meeting place of Lovers 

A whisper of all knowledge beyond ears
is the meeting place of Lovers dating in the light of the simultaneity of our ceaseless being.

The sound of the embrace of Lovers is a Namaste shaping a love sign posing the world of this mother and father.

Our bodies – An effulgent  instrument
Made of this light- Plays – the symphony of illuminating light and dissolves in light

Image: digital photocollage

The sequence knows itself

effortlessly unfolds itself by itself

Life happens according to spiritual readiness 

All experience is asana
The world All inclusive
A body

and Life
A reflection on a fluidish surface
Made of the stuff Self is made of

and Life
An exploration
Dissolving its goal to itself

As there cannot be a goal between I and I (the self)

Image: meditative sketch with color pencil . Second and third images are versions of the mirror filter applied on the first and they amaze me somehow