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Lingering

through
the light

of dreams
of your word

elongating and
assuming
a shape

breath by breath

embracing
as if
an unending hymn
of pure longing

and touching

the sky
of my devotion

reflecting
a secret rainbow color

softly moving

from time to time

incited by the self

this longing
is seeing

only the sky
in your eyes

so I jump

jump in
and dance
joyfully

making an ethereal contact
with your seed letters

a transparent embrace

maybe a dream
like a snowflake

a gentle touch
here and there

maybe a bell
maybe a spell

giving texture to skin


Lingering
above and beyond
melodiously
dilating
through
the tapestry
that you’ve seeped in

hearing
landscapes
made of a lightening

reflected
before thunder

worlds
inside worlds

 laughing at those

worlds
made of a laugh

or
maybe

a sonic crystalline

like
your eyes
locked into mine

or a flower just
seasons bearing

in the sanctuary of
a heart
stripped bare
by its own mystery

Learning to be

Alin! Alin! 
Don't worry!
Everything has always been alright
This way is the way
The way is the best good amongst all
Since there is an end to things 
There is an end to everything
There is an end to babyhood
There is an end to childhood
There is an end to their lifetimes
There is an end to time 
Greater than all of these is Love
Love is greater than greatest


Transmitted directly to the writer of this blog (dnalumuland-learning to be) by little Nora verbally at age 4 during a who is gonna catch the shadow game 🙏  



 
whence beginnings connect to ends in most unpredictable meaningful ways  spontaneously a star shines beyond all crests 
silence is 
dissolution is 
the heart of the heart is 
the appearance 
of the goddess 

Jai Ma

Song of the white rose

My song is an eulogy to the wind
I only appear here by the touch of that wind
A thought made a jewel
By being the touch of the touch
Engendered by the ecstatic ambrosia of the wind
This appearance is always in some form
and ‘here’ is a pivot, a nucleus in which the wind appears so fiercely but only at this point to point at its silence made of our synchronous union, causeless.
Here has always been here
Taking shapes driven from the qualities of its essence.
A wholeness, an own world, whole in itself so one can hear it by being it,
by stepping into it : One is input
The daring one! One whose loving intention is output.
One sees therefore that there is absolutely no linear perception of time in here driven from non-dual embodiment of its algorithm unknown. Unknown but…
Step in to this nucleus just
Encircled by us you shall find the treasure hidden between two breaths
Labeless is the vision, seeing the light of the color
Through which one can travel
Seeing the color is hearing the color of the untouchability of its smell
but if you touch it just verbally the wind gets angry and maybe steals your glove
so that
by the memory of this occurrence which runs through the wooly pink
One can reflect and open the doors of the Gateless Gate
…
I am a goddess of shape of white
I am the daughter of the depth of dark
I am the granddaughter of the moon
I am the lover of the wind whose eyes are made of Skies
I do not appear in time
You can only see me through the eyes of me.

A spoken version and a video of the poem:

The unwritten poem

The color of the dance
of that fair goddess
Painting skies
Moving heavenly bodies
for the senses
of those
Assuming
the everpresent coolness
of flow of the space
made by the alluring smell
of the branches of the pine
Reflects
immaculate greens
stemming from the lustre
of the delight in your eyes

which I have met the other day in a dream

Curled by
a momentary condensation
of crystalline droplets
that tap
earth surfaces
to compose a lure
of the divine flow

Her smile

glows
and lifts the universe
from where
it synchronously expands

Expands as if!

and knits
the mesh
made of globules
of knots of light
of bliss

Skin of all
Pervading skin

and she emanates (in all)
from touch
– an inhalation
oozing
from the awareness of the meeting point of all lines

Sheltering all color

like the shelter of all storms

is by the wisdom of being all storms

in the form of the lotus of the heart

by which you celebrate now
as the sky sinks into yourHead

and I Lose the ‘me’
dressed by dreams of you
in your eternal dream of love

I wake up
in the lightness
of your turbulent presence
dashing
the gateless gate
between what we used to call
reality and dream

and wait

Wait to receive the omen
in the unstruck beat of one meditation

to read
re read
your love poem

the unending one

I am no thing but the sound of the letters read by all lovers now

Lovers being the One
Love stories being the One

where one plus one finally makes One

I wake up saying:
“I thought it was just Just a dream!”

♡

Written on the 4th of July, 2018 for The HYMN: Song of the Soul

because of my inspiration of the author of the ‘The HYMN: Song of the Soul’

which is a gift to receive and a revelation of love
I had indeed a dream the night before I read the Hymn so I was waiting
There are no miracles but being – Being Just – what more is a miracle than Being is one

I read the Hymn in one go breathless and already at the first line I knew who the author is and for whom the book is written ♡

Check this beautiful & free book:
https://www.instagram.com/the_hymn/

 

 

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

Ushas

For each of your exhalation
There is a snowflake
Softly
Touching her skin
Sprinkling joy to her face
Through the winking
of the eyes
A heavenly smile
illuminates skies
Breath
with which you can smell
Smell her
like the universe

Aerial view

Meeting place of Lovers 

A whisper of all knowledge beyond ears
is the meeting place of Lovers dating in the light of the simultaneity of our ceaseless being.
♡
The sound of the embrace of Lovers is a Namaste shaping a love sign posing the world of this mother and father.
♡
Our bodies – An effulgent  instrument
Made of this light- Plays – the symphony of illuminating light and dissolves in light
♡

Image: digital photocollage

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