ideally reversible equation of Rose Mantra

yoga = union
this post is about
the logic of the Mantra of a Rose (my previous post)

explained using variables for action and fruit from my personal story.

I do yoga (action)
receive (gift) a rose (fruit) from my yoga teacher

I make a drawing of that most beautiful rose (action)
and gift it to my yoga teacher (recycle the fruit heartily) on the same day that I decide (from my heart) to gift the goods of my last yoga exercise of the year (a namaste) to all that I have had a connection in any type of way until this time knowing all things and beings have been the reason of my growth that brings about  this enlightening wish

at the end of the exercise I receive a mantra from the teacher (a purifying exercise ) that tells :
choose the very first words for yourself as a gift that is most a blessing and is for you. (my wish is being recycled here)
The words come to me in Two Letters as one word –  gifted to me by a friendly comment of an author  becomes now a gift for all (union without the exclusion of the separate self (as Rupert Spira explains it))


this is an equation of a union of pure data to me – it is all the same data science – yoga science as you peel the layers slowly and as you approach to the core of things…. truth is one

Mantra of a Rose

Rose

Enter a caption

drawing by Alin –  color pencil – 30 Dec 2015
This drawing is made by a method of yoga thoughtlessly


for
TRUE LOVE
in such shouting Caps
I somehow missed the point always
of the use and necessity of its design
until today
and today I know
a reason
why you do that
to which I can relate

today was the last yoga course of the year
and after tomorrow is new year
and I haven’t slept yet over two days
sickness or bad habit
as others name it

I rush out
with an insomniac face
perceiving minutes as hours
doing the fun
don’t lose time game
gazing elaborately
in each of
the derivatives of
fleeting points of time

if this body sleeps not

there shall be a reason for it
I am too tired of it
and for thoughts about it
and for relaxation for it
and for reaffirmation caused by it

but I – the one without sleep-
is the sleepless sleeper when it
comes to making a wish
– I want to make this yoga a gift –
it’s possible to do that
by consciously playing
a body
that shall transform
shape
from asana to asana
through three cities
if and only if
by love

and my gift is my wish
and my wish is my gift
for all souls outta there  
from whom I learned so much
to this date
I am prepared
and I am firm on that
while the teacher says
be nice to yourself
today
I do that
learning still
and always

it’s a manifestation
of an appreciation

so I rush out
a dance
that prays
with the body
last sips of energy
stays permanently
and always
in balance
slowly grow
expandingly
as long as
there is breath
that moves it
like a
surrendered
flower to zephyr
I cooperate

I – the experiencer just
so that
you shall experience
that true love

then I painted a picture
last night
to gift it to my teacher
then I received
a gift in return
from
a deva

she is that

she who whispered

‘keep a word
in mind
the one
that is of a most blessing
to you at this time
keep it thoughtlessly
and meditate as it
….
thoughtlessly
and that shall be it’

Now
you may guess
after such ecstasy
how
functional
strong
and
without any effort

these
two-words
in CAPS
manifest as One
and be the One
thoughtlessly
just as

you have designed
and stitched
it
to my
mind
and
heart
by which

both

got
purified

to be
a gift
for
you
all

cosmic wave

our immovable dance
threads  the great canvas
of no thing
made of and by
our knowing  
the carrier of sound
stretches
by love
and plays
lights and shades
along the
ever changing curls
of a velvet universe

***

if there is two
it is not even at two separate
ends

but a base of being
for and of
each other

we cannot say that
for each one of the two
there is a sense of two

when one is not existential
without the other
then the other is not the other
but the way for the one to be  

selflessly

then one sees one
then one knows one

Love

one love to one love
like a sheet of purple gaze

flows along
and permeates
one another

it is the dance of grace

in between the two
lies the universe

for they balance
as ever distincts
the sparks of
the tale of things

ah pure love within itself knowing the other
ah pure love source of all divine dance

spans

the carrier of creator’s subtlety

the sign of all creation  
living on its own
– apart from its creator

we hear inside

***

silence of
the vacuum
omnipresent
as one sound
-but not a thing-
permanently
enlightening
nameless
it remains

in a wisdom

where
time cannot
be traveled
as long  as
time is defined
to create
time

 

cosmicwave3
photo and photo-collage
by Alin
Lyon streets, 2015

 

 

Thou Art Art

They gave me a guitar
and asked:
what do you wanna do with it?

I said in ecstasy
I wanna be like that once baby faced old
man a street musician and travel the world
with the perishable fruits in my cap
Oh let these tingly breadcrumbs
pave us a miraculous path
where all folks stand tall and free

but
Art is Art
happens as is
Art
doesn’t need
my-your-his-her-our-their
words
Are you awake yet
oh my favorite poet?

I can feel your pulse -if I want to
and you may know if you wonder
but it is no wonder
and You be sure You
I identify not by I
and for good
remain so
in the unchanging
purification of my time
observe
you -s
from everywhere

thou art a neutral witness
of such wireframes
embodied by the
conditionings
of temporal
identities
full of blind
desires so
I fast
on mandarins

it is no punishment
neither a fruitless training
but a method
of eloquent technology
blah blah

yeah
something brainy
in short
about our humanity

1-what it means being human
2-what it means to be
3-what it means not to be eligible
to be controlled by nature
as animals
because we are humans

and Not! what it means to be innocent as animals once we are
controlled by nature -because we are not animals

yes and only when you are free
you can play joyfully
with all pronouns
that instrument
called mind
becomes your
blissful tool
for making
Art
just

I said
and
they
they
they
broke my
guitar

Recycled now
thankfully
to a new
instrument
branded
as
Thou Art Art
available
to all
for free

Shavasana

and here I lie down
beside you

it’s my aura that clears
by your breathing
and holds
the colors of your hands

a synaesthetic dance of activated tips
sprinkle eight pointed stars
in the shape of crystal anise chords

along the  fluidity of your divine lines
fruiting perpetuity seeds
playing the plain  desire
for creatures receiving

just like
in an unwritten tale of love
where Two bodies breath
as one –
secretly permeate –  
laugh silently at each of the poetic
adjustments
of a clumsily embodied asana

She wonderingly asks anew :

‘so What is your favorite pose today 
as the one that makes her lie there with him
in an ambiance of Shakti for Shiva ?‘

A bed of wildflower fields
are the touchpoints
of their physical
crossing landscapes of
an invisible dream
once found
only in the heart of a sacred mountain

enlightens
through his magic breathe
releases
the brightest of a day for her
as if lit by stars 

and fine
as she

pulled towards
the colors of nectar

exhaling the eloquent shape
of his fingers

remains naked

I remain
here
with you

under an  amaranthine dome
of this final relaxation


  

Don’t Go Camp with Strangers because of Your Mama’s Dreams

Music, Poetry, Video by LAlin
*just another little song of hope for lovers *

don’t
go
camp
with
strangers
because of
your mama’s
dreams

*
you  may get a  heart  broken

*
learn
to know
her
innocence
as your
diligence

to
engrave
the poetic
shine
in
the eyes
of your
one love
sweetheart

as
the
most
distant
and
the
nearest
star

*