In your eyes

The sky

Shining

like your eyes

I am but a reflection
in yours

It has always been so

but …
and…

my stand is firm

Embracing this sky

It has always been so

Knowing you 🙂

It will stay so

All that
An asana

of your and my love

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Like a dream!

Like a tale!
She cherished
Like a dream
I muttered
It’s just real!
He exclaimed

We looked a while more
until a cloud gulped the crest and changed its shape
until the mountains received an expression fitting to a radio ad:
“State of the art stage light technology!”
and marked a line of difference
of heights
of direction
of time
of mood
of changing gloom

An awareness urging to drop
Such identification
down a valley

A valley that manifests now
for that reason only

Facing the west
I said proudly
Confirming where east is
while the sun sets

Only if we were giants!

We could stand then barefeet on edges of these mountains – curves looking like beach rocks

We laughed
The echo
Converted us to giants
😀
Instantaneously

We saw us from times
as once they were covered
by ocean waters
and we picked skyflowers
growing over clouds
Rising the moons and the suns

Wondering
maybe also
Like now
If ours were more real

What if we were
as small as
Eagles are – to our sight – circumferencing skies

Or theirs?

Ours?
Theirs

An unheard echo of a laugh
From inside Lost
in a wild flowing
glacier water
Converted us to
something smaller
and translucent like
a ripple
Ready to play
A float of a fallen-bloom
Like a note
In a symphony
Unchanging

Until the light floated higher
towards a crest
and became a light-pin
of a pin-crest
Pinning soon a gleam
of unseen stars
which determine
Our true size
Now!

Laugh! Laugh!

Only then
‘Like magic!’
he points at a torchlight
from a scarce mountain forest

We both hope they are alright
We both know what it means getting lost on an endless balcony path without a map after sunset

Drama tic tac tic tac tic
Like that sharp mark on rocks
The shadows of extreme lights
Cut rising lights of highs and darks
of bottoms discriminated by mountains and valleys
soon to be dumped in the spook of a mind

How real or unreal is
the existence of such a line?

If it were a tale or a dream
or real

What
remains
incessantly
is the
Unchanging symphony

of all changes
A bird sings

Like a tale!
She cherishes
Like a dream
I mutter
It’s just real!
He exclaims

Holding hands
We become
Word of words
Body of bodies
Sound of sounds
And incessantly remain
In the unchanging Symphony
of all changes

chassis

Light is the sun that shines
beyond our gratitude

It is impossible not to sense the closeness
each time I close my eyes

Would that be closer than skins untouching ?

The gap: causing the desireless stress of presence

of the other
because of itself

My mind  
Discloses
nude

For what
We celebrate is
a precision of love
made of
our wordless waves
that subtly replaces
and sculpts my
gross lines
to their
primordial

We are transparent
space casts its chassis
Made of us
Formats
our deserted shells

as we fuse
to fit in things
Color of sound
now as big as
its encapsulating hall
We are time only
to heal

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photo by Alin, Feb 2016, Hampi

retuned

Now

It feels as if
I have travelled
all the way
to some past

I observe attentively
from a different story
without questioning
and with new objects
encircling

Senses from another time
do not recognize at first

Eyes render
Mind confirms

then readjusts
keeps itself busy
to avoid the blabberer
to philosophize

so that

So that
we won’t be associated by madness about space

not really remembering
just an inner knowing
regarding
the sleeper’s time-gap

I have awakened today
in this invisible skin
after the paradigm shift
jelled of now and then
to man
but with a difference

of …
its dreamless dream

I would touch otherwise
Why not!

just to refute those
clouding thoughts
just to be more honest
towards the urge
if any…

but at this place of now
Touch does not help to connect
neither does it allow to experience
whereas the desire to touch

remains
apart on stage
As if a play of awareness
for awareness

The latter
Unmoved by the happy or sad
watches
just

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photo by Alin, 8 February 2016, Hanuman Temple stairs