The Wish of the Bride (Duchamp’s)

The story starts with an end

The true shape of the circle
made of his final word
concludes it – and
The knowing
completed my task today with an inner smile
immortalizing
the image of You and I –

A secret now
in the heart of You and I.

He worded that one sentence
– the Key
as a poetic response to our secret conversation from other worlds
and made it hearable here
to me
through a lover’s mouth

before the farewell of the
time-bound

where we embraced
our bodies fully by togetherness in this short but essential period
for the teaching
to be received and delivered

which also prescribed its test afterwards during which he disappeared and I know he wouldn’t have appeared if I have failed the test :
by not understanding the test being a test

because here once you know you shall never fail knowingly.

There is not any wasted time in action (and “no action” is also action )

when you know only the experience is what counts
when you know all experience is for one divine purpose
and act accordingly
there is nothing much to be done in reality

Whatever happens and does not happen
is the same when once painted by thoughts and words governing the senses.
You should be attentive to that – not to be attached and diverted from your divine path -or the truth of the self.

All is known already
once you choose to be the knower
which is a choiceless choice.

The purpose you came here for …
Actualize that purpose
by action and knowledge
functioning together
for this great love

You can’t now loose it for one moment anymore and let yourself be carried away by another wave.
Waves are there and will be
that’s the nature of the manifestation in your perception.

so cherish that as the gift of the experient then you have become it:
all at once
the wave , the experient, the tide
as the one
as the only one
The enjoyer of all
As should be!

Nothing as outside of you
apart from you
but within you

this whole universe.

I have met him after such a heat wave at the door of a cafe across the palace designed to be a crown on his head.

I had a glass of water for the great view and he said I am also going to the temple for flowers
Can I please walk with you
so we walked together first to
where I have already been
For Flowers

then again to
where I have already been-
for … viewing peace side by side

This was an old haveli
the secret one – in the middle of the churning city-
wherein I wanted to be just
to just be
for its silence

and he preyed
He knew how to prey
as if

I smiled to a devotion pulpating the eyes by the gulping of words and looked at him
His youth or an act or …

Looked to see whence the body while such a face . Was it for me?
or for the God or for himself?
Later I understood these 3 were the same
so a yes to all!

and there was more to it
He only knew the God that he preyed to
was himself only when I didn’t know that he knew
so we were connected by such a strange link As an instrument
so that things greater than our bodies and minds could function as they should

although I could conceptualize all these through my underestimated devotion

I experienced this truely only after finding out I too was standing there beside him as an unseperable part
Same as him.

so we have met to solve a mutual issue
as if

Issue I
call it
Maybe you know teachings that give it an appropriate name?
But what is a word?

On my 3rd day before we made our story true and drove through
the night to dance our dance – (He was a dancer)
we met at the stairway of the temple which we both have seen only from the moon.

A dog which I thought I almost knew was leading us
to your abode of light and knowledge

There he prayed again
For me For himself and for the God

Without any second thoughts I followed him at my best

He knew
he knew
who this inner teacher is

I bowed to his thanks
with a thanks

The gesture was a formula
Not for the sake of our perishable shells –
but by means of…

I bowed
for allowing me to tell the teaching
to him
A teaching that became the stairs of the temple and made us climb while at times he stopped to kiss me
I did not really appreciate
on the path of meditation
but then again
It came in small doses like a big joy after pain to my doubting mind.

He was silenced after the visit
walking down hand in hand.
In full confidence
having no expectation
unfolding naturally
what converted to a prayer.

We have set the sun together that day
Because of his wish

heard by the Sun

Do make it true for him if his wish is true
I also preyed for him
A true wish is what should be experienced for the glory of you two
O the Moon and the Sun
without words by two of us
We shall perform it for you.

O venerable teacher
do make such wish of love true only if it is for the glory of you
Because You are for all

And with the manifestation of the shape of my desire in a tale of golden deserts and blue flowers I dived towards the night
in full speed with him.

Only then I received the key:
It could come true if I would turn to
the light of the wind of the night with him
because he wanted this to happen so much so that A flame hidden in the heart could be lit by us

We became the wind that made shapes from this light in a multiverse hiding the true total shape of a crown (hiding from those eyes who cannot see the obvious because of identification with unfulfilled desires nursing themselves by temporary enjoyments through screens)

And Everything happened as it should be.

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Neelkanth

Pinnacled plain in the valley
the seed of your words
lift me up

Enclosed by the cool greens of your light
I wished to see the heights of these huts

but without any expectation
to ever be there
these remote patches are so unreachable

inexecutable remains even
assuming the possibility

Dreaming just
about the impact
of such experience

Also on the body:
Walking daily
at a steep path
to be able to reach
the hut

I wonder how a universal balance moves me towards you
with the joy of a child
or the true meditator’s becoming one with the path
devoid of thoughts
having no perception of fear
because

only my love for you has led me

but what otherwise ?
or who
or when and where
all WH’s are the same
in Love

and forget about the Why

without needing proofs for the mind
Just am
I

I am
listening

Listening
…to your voice
lifts me up

again and again while I

am painting just
by the side of my eyes

The reflection
of me
living there

for a while until
the approaching
sunset-time

faded the tones
of greens
to their blues

Only then
I sipped
(the:)
‘how early days should be ending there’

and with this
re-activated
the hidden dark remains in the mind
that used to match to this tone

that used to create somberness

Actualizing
but without falling for them now

Embracing the last poison in blue
and I
Swallowed willingly
while I
wished to see the heights of these huts

They said I fainted
They said they brought me to the government-hospital
or maybe it was in a film
Imagining your love in pain
Tearing the skin
I watched
on my screen
the fearsome
it is not the letting go of this body
Fearsome is what was attached to the body
and I have challenged it now
Leaving all my doors open
Putting the hiding shame
with my outer shell
to the street
before the eyes of the universe

Next day
I awoke in a minibus
Full of people
Colourful laughter
chatter A celebration
Not really minding the heat
Untouchable and invincible
We are
they said but
I wanted to go to the temple

They pointed at the green of the holy first
Ganga
A lustre so familiar
pure and clean
like of the one
of the heart’s
A shine of pure desire
on an ascending curly path
We all
with no effort
Reached to the heights
of the tops of
the tops

The Shiva temple they pointed at
then I saw the huts
Whose heights I so much have wished to see
Right beside me

I guess I stayed there
this time
beside the lover one
who showed me the way
to true
Blue

Based on my true story

Neelkanth (the blue throated one) is a given name to Lord Siva because he gulped the poison -a by product of the churning of the sea from the war between Asuras and Devas- to save humanity.


View from Hanuman temple near to Neelkanth Mahadev Temple