Moonface

When you call
She will pervade you
A beloved teacher
will appear then
and give you a purple bouquet
Maybe of lavender flowers
In the lure of its aura
Open your arms as large as a field
and embrace
Being its earth by your skin
Earth of all spices
Inducing the fire
Fire of inspiational will
Fold
Fold then the fingers
to chin mudra
To be the mudra
of this universe
Gifted to the moon is
A gift of the moon
Not other
Not Other
than you
O! Moonface
You are the
Goddess of the mountains
A mantra of
The moon
Invoked
this breath
and shaped
us
Us
Not before or after
But successionless

Thats exactly where we have met
In between two breath
Thats exactly why we never spoke
Knowing it all
Being being it all
by our union

And that’s why
When the moon asks
a drawing from you
And uf you are blessed to hear her
Leave everything that moment
Immediately
and make a drawing
for the moon

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Image: painting mixed media for a Tale for children of all age groups!
Oil, crayon, acrylic, ink

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The sequence knows itself

effortlessly unfolds itself by itself

Likewise
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 

Snowflake

Drawing ink color pencil from 2015 – 31X24cm – Ink,watercolr, pencil,pastel on watercolor paper

 

I have become all love stories for you.

Carrying your ring made of the reflection of your eyes

A unique crystal forevermore
Reserving the soundless sound
Made of its form

With our union
in the heart of all
Victorious is now.

There is no distance between love and love

 sketch from photo

“What is that amazing thing that you both are looking at? ”

my dear friend asked me this question which was so important to make me realize the beauty of my niece’s look and our timeless stand there as one,  that summer.

Maybe I never had a chance to tell him

“We are looking to that amazing point between love and love” ♡

Vijñanabhairava (verse 71)- Dhāranā48

“On the occasion of a great delight being obtained or on the occasion of delight arising from seeing a friend or a relative after a long time, one should meditate on the delight itself and become absorbed in it, then his mind will become identified with it.”

The Moonlit Maze

O the sun
break the line of words
that search
to rhyme by words

which pulls you down
far away from me
but
listen just
to this unstruck
sound

our melody
coming from the heart

O bliss

along the path of divine

Like the gaze
one-pointed
which makes one forget
and connect
flawless

to our equipoise

I want to exchange your face
says the moon

and
Sink into your heart
while the remains
of dashes made by skyants
fade
and disappear

while the pale passage of pastels
of blue and reds
flood to sink

the colored deeper
and shrill … almost
burning a cover as if
to the color
of ashes of the mind
before the pitch-black

before the silent conversion
of tones
to dreams

seen at nights
by the inhabitants
of planes
where suns set

and
as objects and things
loose their assigned meanings
before the appearance of that starlight
the one that shines
like your reflection on this world

to illuminate this gift of ours

Then shall I rise again
in hearts
of all
as one

a shine of a pearl
your love manifests
objectless

expands
a heart
made of our breath

to lead the path of
what used to be a maze

clear are the lines
through the Crystalline
of your knowing

Come she says
be my gleam
so you can smile
to the meditating ones
that welcome our phase
in many ways

You and I
Breath to breath
We gave life to each other
You and I
Breath to breath
Born from each other

.
moonlit, the maze
reshapes
by our breath
a crystal

seed of a heart
expands
objectless

along the hearts
of all meditating ones

O joy of awareness !
O sound of bliss !
O path of knowing!

rises

beyond hearing
to welcome the phase
of our repose
in various ways

As sound fades
and becomes unmoved
objects loose their assigned meanings

We appear then as one
and
wed all cities
of dreamers
to a dreamless dream
of joy

We
gave breath to each other
We
born from each other.

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drawing with pencil on paper by Alin
meditative drawing