Feels good …Hey

This
Flowing
Breath is
A sigh
Clearing the world

Has it really been so long
or is it always the first time

Maybe I don’t wanna know
and pretend
Just

to be able to write

A poem

Feels so good
Hey
Remember

Maybe it’s the weather
Maybe the radio
Maybe dreams
I said

of Outside

to
Every time
Envy
as if
to make love
there

There
in our heart
The lotus

Only
There
We perpetuate

Dreams

In colors of dunes
of
Rainy landscapes
made of
A bed of clouds
For you and I

Maybe thats why
This smell
Between dream and rain
Damp and green
Lingers on

An insence of prayer:
We

Jump to bathe
in
the unknown

For which
there are no words

Only
Birds
may interpolate

an exchange
of union

Into the color and the tone
of this throb

Along worlds

Seeping through
as undefined joy

The only key

that Makes the mesh

simultaneously

and permeates to trespass

but ours
is equally unplanned
We only plan for this unplanned
For bodies to meet as containers

The Be A Vehicle
of the unspeakable

weightlessness at
the Objectless
places

Places
places
place
placeless
Places

We
[only
have the breathe
To be the
inhalation
and exhalation
For the word
Breathless
for the wordless
Covering positives
and negatives
of the mesh]
Remain

Thoughtless

Plant
Seeds
of light

Flowers
Composed
Of a dance
Patterns
Temporary
Manifestation
Along
the mesh
Twinkle
#love

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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

Your eyes

Suspended from the brightest of stars
I have retained your retina now
seedling of all space flowers
Shooting
Blossoming 
Expanding
All that
in poetic precision
in one line
is the dance

Dance of crystalline green

Intact
and still
surrendered by the sounds
of all explosions of bulbs

This mother and father
unstruck are one body now

You and I
making the only
now

love
love
love

The lord of the Fish

1)Tide:

Sea Shells
he gifted to me
Coral amulets
Braclets
made of the beaches that he loved
Scintillating rare seaweed greens like diamonds of the heart

Appeared every day at the same place with an handsomely worn headdress – an anchor to become visible in gross state for a while

A mistery cavalier

Hanging there between the fumes of the burning passage of blues and the reds of the horizons of dusks

Incessantly marking the sandline of the effervescent history

Making all sunsets nude
a gift of all sunsets
from all worlds

Celebrating
the glory
and the lustre
and the majesty
of such steeping transparency

Singing me indefatigably
the mantra:

***” Be Happy!”***

Pushing the sound
letter by letter
through the pores of my Skin
Chest
Heart
Eyes

concrete-clear
with an assertive glance
of sea-blue crystal
in one emphatic breath
Disallowing any of my
blurring existentialist doubtful
sighs

Ooze in
by a Shhhushh

Rising
from his sensing

A mouth
made of the waves of the ocean

Curing the lost last traces

Dumping all the veiling
Irrevocably

Massaging with
Now

Now only
is
the waking
of the soul
to its velvety
Presence

by and between
his ebb and flow

I stood there always
Silently
Bubbles surging
Invisibly
or my silhouette
Sculpted
by the wind
Made of the blow
of the Goddess

A poem
or
just a poem

(What’s the difference?)

He wanted to have
from me

‘Sunsets
Shared !’

I exclaimed

‘between
Your and mine
Dissolving Gaze’

unknowing what
he meant

The winds
Rushed the motion
of it all then

It is a dance !
Yes a dance

A dance

Ecstatic dance

Different
as if
different
but nonchalantly
Unchanging
and the same
All the time
Making the days
Painfully the tea-time
of Alice in Wonderland

As it disappeared
or he ….or all …or
I
heared my heart
Gush
in the same rhythm of
his grandeur
vanishing line

A fading
wave
Filling the
Universe
to its
Immutable Hertz
of
Goodbye Sweetie

☆☆☆


2)Jyoti:

I recognized him
only after he left

A dream
gifted

This treasure
Made of the ocean of illusions
Rising from my belly
made him up

Yes yes

Reanimated
by my mind

and he
Appeared
As a he

Just like that

Yes
Just like that

so
He could kiss

Kiss it all over me
until I would disappear
Piece by piece

Like the ocean mountains

destroyed or reborn
is in the perception of
ignorent or wise

I was prepared to erase me

6 levels down if necessary

Fearless

or else
let it all fade
Dispatch
If you can

then

Only then

Should you rise again

Maybe to below 2 levels up

and then
to the Light

The light that we are

and I woke up

to

who I am

is knowing

this king

Half man Half Fish
in my imagination
The Lord of the Fish

carries

A torch of starlight
after sunsets

Illuminates the
“There ain’t a method really”

with a Shhsshhh

“On spirituality”

You will see

You will see

when the
Shape of the sound
Splittered as
the phosphorus
glitter of waves
makes the waves
your own
Beauty

Only after
the rays touch
Sunset skies of all dreams

Arambol beach

The unspeakable

When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and received immediately and perpetually without any delay/space/gap/words because in love mind is the same Heart is the same and One
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only dissolving seasons and landscapes Making worlds transparent Stitching time with patterns of residues
for yoga only
Only yoga converts these stitches to flower fractals gifted to the dance of the wind
The wind that reflects the fractal flowers as clouds that will rain rain
for Satya
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and so I can see you when I want in a shape through which I sense you are watching me but a shape is a concession only
because then you are everywhere if this is to be assigned to a place
because then you are everything if this is to be assigned to a thing
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only but ‘to think’ is not how i can describe such recognition in reality
You is a sparkle landing from a crest to the heart that converts to a white flower that reflects all color as gapless creativity …
You is a dream that makes all a dream inseparable from truth
You is a thought that stops all thought

You is not something to be continued
You is not silence not any stillness could describe
You
And still
You is all that

The unspeakable

Reflection of reflection

We sit in meditation
 like holding hands
 We connect from our hearts
 to manifest
 the pattern
 of the Stars

which becomes a reflection
 of the lover's dream

in waters

which manifests
 and materializes
 a dock
 to tie itself to

diluting
 the gates
 between three worlds

for those who can see

all the rest
 as a means

appear within
 the knowledge of the self

an awareness of which
 is the bridge
 connecting both sides

a bike to cross
 to reach the ship
 where lovers' meet

Dissolving
 all that
 to a sparkle

from the water
 to the sky
 from the sky
 to the lover's eye

that has been
 shining
 eternally

immuting
 the
 dark
 as of
 its
 own




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