Blue flower

through the starlight

A program does not break.
It diverges
A program runs perpetually
It diverges to connect
A program like dance, runs perpetually
It diverges to connect to run on different dimensions
A program’s visibility is in its totality
The seemingly broken part on the surface has self initiated the change for the call to diverge and run elsewhere is mutual
since anything that runs, runs perpetually in essence (and also according to thermodynamics nr2 )
a program connects by superimposing word to its referent
by movement
like cosmic dance
of light and sound
an absolute involvement of and as shapes and avatars , we, ‘we’ that knows technology,
like art, is its own ‘poetry’
wordless counterpart
That which superimposes is of the same nature, must be,
that is how a meeting can occur ,
not by coincidence but through intention which is pure.
Pure intention is nature .
There is some amount of physicality in it as well but enough to be carried over oscillating waves towards its equal which has the speed of bliss: both of which unite by superimposition. The meeting point of this two (of the one and one that makes one by unision) is in our language defined as ‘wonder’ and ‘synchronous, synchronicity’. That’s how …
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The above note is also inspired by the below quoted source that has supported to verbalize thoughts in this format driven from my personal experience(s) lines from Books appear and converse with us on time♡ .

notes: below quoted from Parā-Triśikā-Vivarana

” If the referent is universal, its denotative word has to be universal. It is in such a state that the superimpostion of each other which are of a swinging or oscillating* nature is possible, not otherwise. A piece of cloth even if it is shorter by three or four fingers than another piece of cloth cannot cover it completely. Word and its referent can become universal if they are associated together by nature.” Abhinavagupta
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today ♡ I had a wish to gift you a blue flower unknowing where on earth I could even find one quickly. I walked and walked with you in my heart along favorite places and songs of ours crossing time points of the heart. Then I made a turn thinking maybe I could travel time but the blue flower is still in my mind it is your birthday.
Our favorite song started a mantra of love. Then I saw these people two people standing in the middle of the street carrying handmade roses in their hands . One pink, One Blue . !!!
it is a wonder to me . it made me stop immediately and like an amazed child in urgency I asked forgetting all social rules of speech if they also had one for me. It was a gift for you for your love is any to all hearing ♡


Such big Love

“so ! Let’s play a game!”
I say to the rain
“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”
but Clouds can stay
because
I know they won’t go away
today

“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”

This path
towards the temple of the Heart
is …mantra

and as I reach reach almost reach

Turbulence
replaces itself with a sudden storm and fills my unmanned stage
making the lightest the hardest , gloomiest the dazzling brightest , shortest the longest …

Only then I realize the rain has long stopped

slowed down dramatically
however lucidly
I cross a graveyard maybe all that is
just to remember those that have passed from this realm of the sensuous polarity .

a remembrance that spontaneously displays all that as Liquid and-

They are a prayer
now

Crows appear
out of nowhere
like guardians as if

“May my posture carry the lightness of a delight of a seashell found coherently –

-as a mirror of one’s energy –

the carrier of a phosphorus illumination appearing in gradation as if –
Along the wholeness of its texture –
a texture made of the sky –
sky same as the sea

May we all be found by it …

so we can cross thought less

Thoughtless is the endless power of spontaneous will
from whose calm fierce waves rise
to deliver their energy

to the legs 🙂 – (so I bike on)

and breathless I take refuge in the junction of the shape of the uproar
and quickly join to the wind
to watch this mischievous game

Enlivened with a lightness of a smile
I whisper
softly and in full diplomacy:

“What is hardship my friend
having gone so far
in this play of ‘otherness …
What is vulnerability my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …
What is desire my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …”

Imagine saying that All at once in one breath to the wind! (not like written here in a row of linearity )

While dissolving this notorious otherness!!! in the beauty of omnifarious

The wind hush in the answer of what is …

Concession of
the unspeakable as two
which is one and one
for parts are equivalent Divine

Victorious is today in its congealment as a day
with its ever changing remould ings of the artistry of this pauseless union

Today is our celebration
made of the meditation
of ‘Such Big Love!’ .

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Notes: it was stormy 3,4 March and I had this crazy inspiration while biking to bike on against that wind … even though I thought I could hardly climb the stairs a few hours ago. Such fun such delight of amazing light at the beach and I could see the eloquence of the Sufi temple towards the beach . The video shows how stormy it was !