Such big Love

“so ! Let’s play a game!”
I say to the rain
“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”
but Clouds can stay
I know they won’t go away

“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”

This path
towards the temple of the Heart
is …mantra

and as I reach reach almost reach

replaces itself with a sudden storm and fills my unmanned stage
making the lightest the hardest , gloomiest the dazzling brightest , shortest the longest …

Only then I realize the rain has long stopped

slowed down dramatically
however lucidly
I cross a graveyard maybe all that is
just to remember those that have passed from this realm of the sensuous polarity .

a remembrance that spontaneously displays all that as Liquid and-

They are a prayer

Crows appear
out of nowhere
like guardians as if

“May my posture carry the lightness of a delight of a seashell found coherently –

-as a mirror of one’s energy –

the carrier of a phosphorus illumination appearing in gradation as if –
Along the wholeness of its texture –
a texture made of the sky –
sky same as the sea

May we all be found by it …

so we can cross thought less

Thoughtless is the endless power of spontaneous will
from whose calm fierce waves rise
to deliver their energy

to the legs 🙂 – (so I bike on)

and breathless I take refuge in the junction of the shape of the uproar
and quickly join to the wind
to watch this mischievous game

Enlivened with a lightness of a smile
I whisper
softly and in full diplomacy:

“What is hardship my friend
having gone so far
in this play of ‘otherness …
What is vulnerability my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …
What is desire my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …”

Imagine saying that All at once in one breath to the wind! (not like written here in a row of linearity )

While dissolving this notorious otherness!!! in the beauty of omnifarious

The wind hush in the answer of what is …

Concession of
the unspeakable as two
which is one and one
for parts are equivalent Divine

Victorious is today in its congealment as a day
with its ever changing remould ings of the artistry of this pauseless union

Today is our celebration
made of the meditation
of ‘Such Big Love!’ .


Notes: it was stormy 3,4 March and I had this crazy inspiration while biking to bike on against that wind … even though I thought I could hardly climb the stairs a few hours ago. Such fun such delight of amazing light at the beach and I could see the eloquence of the Sufi temple towards the beach . The video shows how stormy it was !

My Bike Blue II

Farewell my bike blue
I know the day would come to say goodbye
as it goes with any loved one
My eyes still searching like a hungry creature
every point on the street every blue is you
a hope of light but I know you are gone

I mourn today and share it with the world I live in
the blues that my heart sadly sings is for the departure
of the synesthetic joy we exchanged
during the star years of change

I received the learning of each and every moment
by seeing you again amongst many others
standing there humbly
waiting for me
as if one of the others

We always knew a secret to shine for each other
You as the blue of the morning sky to release
the heaviness coming from the mind to deliver
a shine of hope in less than a moment of recognition

so that I convert to a light to alight light
and fully become one with you again

we come from a world of soul
you and I
not different in the essence of awareness
definitions separate us just
In our world all things are alive

I knew this would happen
three days long I received signs from the universe
that you will be gone
could not /did not want to believe
I did my best to keep the key in my heart
and until today
when a moment of courage was lost
when you were out of sight
and I lost

learning my new body unsupported
collecting  my new mind like
laundry spread on a field
a field where I wish to  kick a ball only
they say you become normal finally
like us you can cry
like us you can feel tired
like our period wish for chocolate
and halt and stop and accept that you cannot swing from a star
why not add a bag of chips to it and a TV screen
I politely refuse each time
I say then I have my bike blue waitin for me sorry I gotta go now

they try  and I try
to understand what they say
Do they mean they can learn things without becoming things?
but do they -those who assign normal –
not know that I have not enough intelligence to do that?
they also see I fail each time I try
as I failed today and also yesterday and also the day before
I don’t believe in normality definitions
no  we cannot be normalized as such or domesticated
but love
because love

Today when I got blurred he showed up
as predicted
at the side of a shadowy street
he gave me a slight sight look just
In the suit of Mr. Passerby
one of the innocent silhouettes doing as if he is not meant to be a silhouette  i said
not suspecting the angel of separation
they always take an appearance of someone
it is for a reason I know and I shall not cry
but I even cried

the reason let me prepare you well at least
for your go last night
It was a sign of a bird
so I cleaned your seat
changed your cover
emptied your bag
tidied your reserves
adjusted your saddle
on my return you were gone
with the key

I sang My Bike Blue written for you all night
still feel you under that star
and I know
I will never see you again
but the song brings us back
to salute us on your moves forward
let they be blessed on their journey
then I am happy – peaceful
each time a joy felt
I am touching your spirit again

for my bike blue  stolen today

Today Is Tomorrow’s Promised Beach Of Dreams

The Sun Is Shining Today
The Storm Has Finally Stopped

a statement says:
<we have done something yesterday
nothing like our best
just something
to stop that storm>
the statement returns true as fact

inconsequent gestures of nature
we weave
to serve an unknown wish
-made of numerous physical and non-physical senses-
so that fabric of a network
evolves  itself
materializes sense
sense to fabric
fabric to sense
scientifically improbable it remains

an infinitesimal loop
unwinds when you are not there
runs within an ideally operating closed circuit
remains invisible to the factual eyes of daily lives

an etheric vitality
materialized by our definable senses of touch, of smell, of see, of taste
and some of yet undefined ones
– possibly  assigned to maybe a Poetic Variable-
executable within that program of simultaneous causalities only.

So then Only then
When You Combine the patchy Network
of Things
of Beings

You Can Dance Them
Sing Them
Play Them
Make Love To Them
Become One With Them
Compose Them


All these on condition that
it remains as an unpacked gift

Without telling to Yourself
or to Others
or to That Storm
You Don’t Even Have An Intention To Stop The Storm
All you do is Wish for Sunshine so you can maybe bike tomorrow

But again

How important is it really that biking tomorrow ?
I mean when sighs and cries whirl around?

a statement says:
<you can’t stop wars by fights>
the statement returns true as fact


if I know that
you can stop storms by touches

touches to smells
smells to lights
lights to metals
metals to elements
elements to stars
stars to flights
flights to a breeze on my fingertips
breeze on my fingertips to an auric kiss


I think maybe it is damn important to keep a seemingly futile wish to bike to a beach of my dreams tomorrow
so that I can be blown away on a broken December day
and let my long hair collect dune corrals  made of cosmic ray

Huh So Yeah

I can Stop Storms if I want to or Create Some!
– not because I need to for my own sake or think about it.

…as written on 11 Dec. 2014:  I think some poems have capricious spirits! This one did not allow me to post it until I would bike to the beach. I have done a 75 km last week after my winter procrastination and the sun was shining that whole weekend 🙂 …However I catch a cold immediately after. I blame it on my broken wheel but Hehe all is fixed by now .

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Hey Rop!

And Rob adds his REDS and the below file converts to a Masterpiece now!
I call this most inspiring collaboration:) Check Out below:

Lyrics by Alin

Hey Rop!

Would you like to write a song with me today?

Something that’s gonna take the dark clouds away


I just woke and see that the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend


ohh wait no

just before it precipitates

shall we maybe give it a rest

let’m just meditate

until a seagull can convert to my lover’s eyes

as it so perfectly gazes

and arches

my secret chamber of heavy hearts


I just woke and see the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend


there drips a droplet on a black dahlia

makes a lens of sense

reflects a future of hope


I just woke and see that the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend


as I cross a rainbow bridge

on which I met a gent’s helping hand at some past

while I so long to be at

your ‘what it could have been’ s now


I just woke and see that the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend


it screams to evaporate a


just like

you pointed at

with your dazzling silhouette

and forms a shape now like a hovering white feather

glides away delicate

falls on those mountainous clouds as if from somewhere else

permeates and finally draws a patch


I just woke and see that the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend


a patch of love.

in a shape of heart.

oh may that be a gate

that can sweep my feet off


and shines a light

carries me away

to alight


hey Rop!

Would you like to write a song with me today?

A song that shall enlighten my day?


I just woke and see that the world has changed

Just a little bit more coffee then I can comprehend

Reds are for ROB 😀
Poetry by Alin


lyrics to a sad love song :

Here is a song by Robbert van Nispen and Alin Duraduryan:

by Alin the Lullaby version


by Robbert the Revisited version:

It’s one km. to Noordwijk
lyrics: by Alin

I cycle to make a safe place today
only for you and I  My Love

a place thoughts daren’t trespass
cause a thought of you would kill you My Love

It’s now one km. to Noordwijk!
Gee I haven’t pulled off the – that far

may you be a  bee
a grizzly or a shining star
ain’t other route
but minds of you lead me

oh where art thou My Love
It’s now one km. to Noordwijk!
oh where art thou My Love



It went like a flight – that biking yesterday
After a hibernation period of months
It was my big deal – hahah the 25 kilometers
but was not planning to…

that’s what made it a good deal
besides the perfect brand new roads

not thinking about something at times

keeping it aside just
let the wind take you towards the music in your head

then I saw the board say
1 km Noordwijk

oh well I would have never imagined to have gone so far … so fast

my phone says: don’t forget to buy milk! 😉
I text a swift reply just:
it’s one km to NRDWYK! ;D

The beach , the sun: It’s end May now.
I am there to write a song
but I forgot
sitting just
until I got back the route
I remembered I can forget
I can forget just!
I said pleased – and kept it aside

wind against me now
I remember
there should have been a song to this road
maybe a song of love or you

It was a bumblebee though
to awaken me
my will
to dash through
but to also cooperate with the wind against

the head falls right
the body moves a stable rhythm
as if building something somewhere else
i am all outside now

and a sudden thought of you
breaks it all

shouldn’t have done so
I have never seen then
the dead pigeon by the road

shouldn’t have crystallized the thoughts of you through
but blow you
and the I with you
to be united
like a dandelion
in the wind
my love