so hush hush my love

Invincible I am
Untouchable
Immune to all separation
my dance exceeds
exceeds this form
like a painting exceeds its canvas
for each curly move molds
with precision
a sculptor of this universe
that I am
radiating speckles
of love

I dance dance this inspiration
and plot like a cartographer
star by star the sky
getting lighter
brighter
by each one of these nearing shells
timeless

and soon very soon
shall there be no place for residues or of shades

I weave
weave now
tapestry by tapestry
to reveal the tapestry
of that final embrace

which hasn’t got a start
which has never severed
nor can it ever change
and yet
and yet
yet remains where words end
so hush
hush my love

The Wish of the Bride (Duchamp’s)

The story starts with an end

The true shape of the circle
made of his final word
concludes it – and
The knowing
completed my task today with an inner smile
immortalizing
the image of You and I –

A secret now
in the heart of You and I.

He worded that one sentence
– the Key
as a poetic response to our secret conversation from other worlds
and made it hearable here
to me
through a lover’s mouth

before the farewell of the
time-bound

where we embraced
our bodies fully by togetherness in this short but essential period
for the teaching
to be received and delivered

which also prescribed its test afterwards during which he disappeared and I know he wouldn’t have appeared if I have failed the test :
by not understanding the test being a test

because here once you know you shall never fail knowingly.

There is not any wasted time in action (and “no action” is also action )

when you know only the experience is what counts
when you know all experience is for one divine purpose
and act accordingly
there is nothing much to be done in reality

Whatever happens and does not happen
is the same when once painted by thoughts and words governing the senses.
You should be attentive to that – not to be attached and diverted from your divine path -or the truth of the self.

All is known already
once you choose to be the knower
which is a choiceless choice.

The purpose you came here for …
Actualize that purpose
by action and knowledge
functioning together
for this great love

You can’t now loose it for one moment anymore and let yourself be carried away by another wave.
Waves are there and will be
that’s the nature of the manifestation in your perception.

so cherish that as the gift of the experient then you have become it:
all at once
the wave , the experient, the tide
as the one
as the only one
The enjoyer of all
As should be!

Nothing as outside of you
apart from you
but within you

this whole universe.

I have met him after such a heat wave at the door of a cafe across the palace designed to be a crown on his head.

I had a glass of water for the great view and he said I am also going to the temple for flowers
Can I please walk with you
so we walked together first to
where I have already been
For Flowers

then again to
where I have already been-
for … viewing peace side by side

This was an old haveli
the secret one – in the middle of the churning city-
wherein I wanted to be just
to just be
for its silence

and he preyed
He knew how to prey
as if

I smiled to a devotion pulpating the eyes by the gulping of words and looked at him
His youth or an act or …

Looked to see whence the body while such a face . Was it for me?
or for the God or for himself?
Later I understood these 3 were the same
so a yes to all!

and there was more to it
He only knew the God that he preyed to
was himself only when I didn’t know that he knew
so we were connected by such a strange link As an instrument
so that things greater than our bodies and minds could function as they should

although I could conceptualize all these through my underestimated devotion

I experienced this truely only after finding out I too was standing there beside him as an unseperable part
Same as him.

so we have met to solve a mutual issue
as if

Issue I
call it
Maybe you know teachings that give it an appropriate name?
But what is a word?

On my 3rd day before we made our story true and drove through
the night to dance our dance – (He was a dancer)
we met at the stairway of the temple which we both have seen only from the moon.

A dog which I thought I almost knew was leading us
to your abode of light and knowledge

There he prayed again
For me For himself and for the God

Without any second thoughts I followed him at my best

He knew
he knew
who this inner teacher is

I bowed to his thanks
with a thanks

The gesture was a formula
Not for the sake of our perishable shells –
but by means of…

I bowed
for allowing me to tell the teaching
to him
A teaching that became the stairs of the temple and made us climb while at times he stopped to kiss me
I did not really appreciate
on the path of meditation
but then again
It came in small doses like a big joy after pain to my doubting mind.

He was silenced after the visit
walking down hand in hand.
In full confidence
having no expectation
unfolding naturally
what converted to a prayer.

We have set the sun together that day
Because of his wish

heard by the Sun

Do make it true for him if his wish is true
I also preyed for him
A true wish is what should be experienced for the glory of you two
O the Moon and the Sun
without words by two of us
We shall perform it for you.

O venerable teacher
do make such wish of love true only if it is for the glory of you
Because You are for all

And with the manifestation of the shape of my desire in a tale of golden deserts and blue flowers I dived towards the night
in full speed with him.

Only then I received the key:
It could come true if I would turn to
the light of the wind of the night with him
because he wanted this to happen so much so that A flame hidden in the heart could be lit by us

We became the wind that made shapes from this light in a multiverse hiding the true total shape of a crown (hiding from those eyes who cannot see the obvious because of identification with unfulfilled desires nursing themselves by temporary enjoyments through screens)

And Everything happened as it should be.

Neelkanth

Pinnacled plain in the valley
the seed of your words
lift me up

Enclosed by the cool greens of your light
I wished to see the heights of these huts

but without any expectation
to ever be there
these remote patches are so unreachable

inexecutable remains even
assuming the possibility

Dreaming just
about the impact
of such experience

Also on the body:
Walking daily
at a steep path
to be able to reach
the hut

I wonder how a universal balance moves me towards you
with the joy of a child
or the true meditator’s becoming one with the path
devoid of thoughts
having no perception of fear
because

only my love for you has led me

but what otherwise ?
or who
or when and where
all WH’s are the same
in Love

and forget about the Why

without needing proofs for the mind
Just am
I

I am
listening

Listening
…to your voice
lifts me up

again and again while I

am painting just
by the side of my eyes

The reflection
of me
living there

for a while until
the approaching
sunset-time

faded the tones
of greens
to their blues

Only then
I sipped
(the:)
‘how early days should be ending there’

and with this
re-activated
the hidden dark remains in the mind
that used to match to this tone

that used to create somberness

Actualizing
but without falling for them now

Embracing the last poison in blue
and I
Swallowed willingly
while I
wished to see the heights of these huts

They said I fainted
They said they brought me to the government-hospital
or maybe it was in a film
Imagining your love in pain
Tearing the skin
I watched
on my screen
the fearsome
it is not the letting go of this body
Fearsome is what was attached to the body
and I have challenged it now
Leaving all my doors open
Putting the hiding shame
with my outer shell
to the street
before the eyes of the universe

Next day
I awoke in a minibus
Full of people
Colourful laughter
chatter A celebration
Not really minding the heat
Untouchable and invincible
We are
they said but
I wanted to go to the temple

They pointed at the green of the holy first
Ganga
A lustre so familiar
pure and clean
like of the one
of the heart’s
A shine of pure desire
on an ascending curly path
We all
with no effort
Reached to the heights
of the tops of
the tops

The Shiva temple they pointed at
then I saw the huts
Whose heights I so much have wished to see
Right beside me

I guess I stayed there
this time
beside the lover one
who showed me the way
to true
Blue

Based on my true story

Neelkanth (the blue throated one) is a given name to Lord Siva because he gulped the poison -a by product of the churning of the sea from the war between Asuras and Devas- to save humanity.


View from Hanuman temple near to Neelkanth Mahadev Temple

‘Myth’

Sitting in the narrowest cabin
half made of glass half fiberglass
it could be for a death or a birth
Corridors full of standing people side by side as if
They will talk all night but
Sun has set down already and
We have crossed the villages
The bazaars
My devouring eyes
Its now time to sink down

Dim lights
here and there
I have seen a praying man for his cup of meal
presenting this to his own 

All gods sit on the road side

Dim lights here and there

The last match has blown out
by the wind alas 

alas i cannot write
Write no more
alas

We’ll go althogether so

Patience’s silence
Change

Change
to a hymn
of surrounder

We’ll go Altogether so
towards 

The land of the kings
The sun

will rise for us
in a desert
Like a dream

and maybe a dream

Yes we’ll go altogether so
Until dawn

but for now
I will just watch the stars
from where i lie
and listen to a song

Niyati and the Porcelain Men

Today I had a lucid dream
scared maybe
At first
A bit
but I knew
I could do whatever I have dreamt of
if ever

“If ever I would know I were in a dream!”

Talking to the insentient and plants
in No words
but as if some kind of creative elasticity
Elongating through time and between you and I
moving them with my eye –
connected things and beings
honoring limitations of their body
Unitedly driven by my inspiration
in their authenticity
not transforming into something else
or of a reverie

And they stayed so
in response to our shared rhythm
only as what they were or could be
At a place called Niyati

That was a kind of communication without expectation
Like a dance without any attachment
Free
And for its own sake only
because
Because I was aware

Am aware

Knowing the scary
The only scary
could be my mind
but well tamed and choicelessly
staging itself now in a unified harmony
Having nothing left to hide
Nothing left at all other than what is
I – aware of its dream state
humbly play
and
this bizarre world
almost an experiment

assuming a body for myself and others and things
Animating the porcelain men
what could have been spiders
Initially made of dark ink spots
Splashing cheerfully into space
To be shaped into something
by the artful steering of a mind
Through the curvilinear dance
mushrooming
The porcelain men!

They behave as they should
like bees
Each one having a rank of his own
have had a meeting yesterday along a table
about their important matters
Not knowing they are my mind born entities
I – unwilling to interfere or come eye to eye with any one of them –
Sneaked out and went to this enchanting flower realm instead

I saw a rose plant without any flowers
looked at its missing blossoms and
We connected rhythmically
a prolific dynamism started blooming red roses
Pulling the skin towards a child’s thrill
enlightening a face with amusement
but then again keeping the source unchanged
through the tuning sound of a ‘ya’
“ya yaa yaaa”
which was also a formula
for the rose plant to convert the reds to yellows at once
and without a trace of its red past
blooming real fast
now!
Really! and I saw it happening!

Holding my breath ! for one slight moment of observation of the
“If ever I could capture this wonder”
what normally could take days by a stop motion
Trying to convince my mind that there should be a way to record this dream
Remembering I left my phone where the porcelain men were

Flushing big yellow roses of all sizes
all of which happening because of my presence
with my voice changing … in tune with my “ya” rhythm
And that moment
Dong! Bong! Clank!
Wumpth!

the alarm went on

such big shame
I knew it! kinda stuff followed
My eyes shut

Shall I go back?
It’s cold in here

I knew yes
this world and that one
connected at once
The separation ended For a moment
the limitation of one dimensionality
Created by my mind
in this waking reality
It is cold yes
coming from the thought constructs
Gently warming up the cold now

as Mahabharata says:
“Whatever is here is everywhere, whatever is not here is nowhere to be found.”


Niyati is the energy of being situated in only one particular place - Siva Sutras

Sofa Legs

What is a day when you wake up in meditation
this body is inseparable from this light
and the mellowly blowing signless flag
singing only to one side
and the brown edge
beckoning
nothing else than its edgeness

Skin having already freed itself from the weight bearing traces of the dust of my mind
capturing smooth
the light –
melting differences over the bumpless
recalling velvety longing

not for the sake of the material but
Saluting
the freedom that has once recorded this twin light
long ago
on such surface

for its manifestation

bringing awareness about the tempter
on senses
and again imploding its imaginary cavities
on the touchless curves of a sofa
newly displaying the angle of
its wooden edge
drawing a perfect eighty five degree Invisible line
in space
towards the webless corner -just noticed-
where the eye gets relieved by its neatness
and relaxes
becoming the point of a trivalent stillness

This – the edgy- is a sister of these Sofa legs
Four in all

implying itself as a sexiest part of its couch –
couch of a type – as it says
owning each other
now
Like body and sense
in one posture
and in its remembered object name

and maybe ready to unfold memories Alas
if there would be openness to listen
or if I were what it could allure me to be for its charm

but No – it says nothing this time
mending time through fractals of its becoming my spaceless space
with the old radio set aside
never playing more than its silent tunes for those skaters in an etching of an ancient landscape hanging on the wall above since …
since before the internet age
showcasing a memory that nobody knows and can see or hear but smell maybe
beside a winter blossom
flourishing its inspiration

not understanding each other but requiring the same attention as my body does
or as the realization of a thought that I could not run up that hill as fast as that dog –

a dog being observed behind a glass and I am unsure if this observation could have effect on the style it puts to the run

or if my observation is being observed and that may be a reason of its action as such
as if it does so to show off – Really!
unknowing to who or what
and then again still …

AaaaaW !!!! Shut up!

No no no ! I should stop now

what may make a catch less of a catch
putting things of importance of a day on a scale of indifference
and then again what is this nosy urge
unallowing
interfering
asking for order!?!

It is a play.

See ?!
even if you like it or not
I am in and such is
You yOU YoU

A play as true as the one watching
Same actually –
Same as the one watching

Watching or steeped in
Space in Space

and/or
No Space

and/or
non of these Things

nonetheless
A day remains
Unending
as the mind fades to embrace
Wordless

whisper
(Like the day
rainbows are manifesting
from the heart
of this inspiration)

 

Before I open my eyes

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Nora, the world squatter - squatting the world with the light of I
 postcard  for Nora doing the Mālāsana

This pleasantness
This fullness
Before I wake up
Before I open my eyes
to one of the worlds of awakes
in which I with my body
resides

This pleasantness
This fullness

This joy
to embrace you
all
and move
move
and fly
Fly

reveal plain

Love
only love

as I dive in
to the lights

of knowledge

I learn

selfless
non-attached
full of youth
and all that
I passed to

to a child
now

new born

in her dreaming smile
I see

You me

Little supreme Spanda
smiling like Siva
when she sleeps

I dream of or am awake

This pleasantness
This fullness
before I opened my eyes
now