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

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Mantra of a Rose

Rose

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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

laiiilaaooouuvvvvuuuoaaaa

ink and watercolors on canvas - AIR #3-(Augmented Irradiations 3-1) 35x27 cm

ink and watercolors on canvas – AIR #3-(Augmented Irradiations 3-1) 35×27 cm

I was falling in full speed
lured and pulled by
thoughts of
“I love you” s 

engraved
along the edges of sharp rocks
of some unknown grounds

“i love you” s
animated inside out 
of a delusioning  
concave-convex shape

you don't know 
by which one 
you were 
in or out 
of 
“i love you  uuuuuuuoooooaaaaaaaaa”

however 
as I approached 

the ouuuuuuuuoooooaaaaaaaaa 
part of y 
started 
getting bigger 
and larger 

ready to gobble me in one go
by the shape of the sound
engraved
lost or blind
foggy or dark
suddenly
through the deafening speed
or storm 


I heard someone repeatedly say:

'wish
for
time sleep
only

wish
for
time sleep
only'

and so
I wished
for time sleep 
only

while learning
what it means
to wish for
one thing
only


swiftly 
I got pulled up

by a cloud 

then 
by the friends 
of the cloud

All constituting a blessed chorus 
of clouds
singing something like:

'Noooooo
s/heeeeeee
loves youuuu 
naaaaaaaaat 
but youuuu'

however I wishfully imagined it to be something like:

'No it’s s/he that loves youuuu but not you' :D 

flattering the remains of my ego
but neither of the two was what they were really telling
they were singing to make a shape!

a shape that I could be placed in safely
a shape that could ideally form
at a point :
when rainbows know that they are being 
wished for 
and show up on the surface of a sphere
and
my voice would serve to become the seal of the gap
and 
that could even effortlessly freeze a soap bubble!!

wow!
“I am slowly getting it”  I said

as I approached
and as the micro units to the crash
got doubled then tripled 

you know how it goes 
as he (or a thing or h or x or i ) approaches to zero

my breathlessness diminishes

and I slowly perceive the truth
of the words  dreamily saying :

'who are  youuuu
who are youuuu'

and  ingeniously making a curly shape 
with the form of the sound of the 
'whoareyou' s
connecting one edge of the sound to the other 
until it could sound like 
'I am you' !


so when the “who are you”s
got equal to 
'i am you'  s
and
when and where
again ingeniously
all the “he” s in 
'he loves you'
got equaled to 
“I” (` I love I)

That point
became a coordinate
of a perfect bubble 
which I got placed in
and pulled up 

and so that all
happened
just before the crash
and 
just before the crash
I became something 
Lighter
Stronger
Jollier

and joined to their song 
Casually
Bubbly
as the lead 

singing with a sound
between a squeak 
and a Hum

only and thoughtlessly an 
'I love you'
which in reality must have sounded
something like:
laiiilaaooouuvvvvuuuoaaaa
like a fish bubble

matching to 
- as I said before -
each “you” of ‘I love you’  
to an  “I”  (` I love I)

while embracingly
all the “you” bubbles got replaced by the “I”s 
 
the winds got balanced
to a black haired
blue dressed 
ancient wind goddess
performing the dance of
fierce fun for fun 
and shaping the wind

Fun continued 
until I became it  again 

then 
a shine 
on and of 
a bubble

dematerializing
all the whatever
I seemed to have been  made of

getting rid of the remains of 
the trace 
amounts of heavier elements
(and keeping
those that which has the ability
to hold me together authentically by my own gravity)

I got hydrogenized

and pulled up
by a parachute
strumming in 6/8s
manifesting nude 
diminishing
the duality
I crossed layers
of loving
clouds
until

until
it all stopped
some darkness
followed up
beyond skies 
beyond sounds
beyond forms
as if I lost sight
for a moment just
until I crossed
an imaginary ray
from a child’s gaze’s
descriptive point of view
about 
a billionth unit
light years away
twinkling colors
of
an unnamed
star I am
whose
music continues
while
Silence remains

Pumpkin Dessert in a wink

pumpkin

ink and pencil on paper

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the Recipe:
Ingredients:
fresh pumpkin
sugar (brown+jelly)
coarsely chopped walnuts 

Method:
1-slice the pumpkin
2- place slices in a baking dish
3-cover with sugar
4- bake (±) 30 min  at 200 °C      
stir it once   and   bake until soft
it’s ready
add the chopped walnuts on top
cool it down or  cold
*served with kaymak (buffalo cream)

for a capricious friend who doesn’t like birthday presents but drawings
for a capricious friend who doesn’t like chocolates but pumpkin seeds
for a capricious pumpkin who does not like to be eaten before being rendered in various ways