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!’ .

….

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 !

You and I

You and I cannot meet yet
As long as we are reduced to a yet
These are kancukas

Our longing shall arise suns
For which I will wake up
and be with you
As two bodies apart
You and I cannot touch again
Should stay so
As long as we are reduced to an again
These are kanchukas
You already knew
I know it now too
Having seen the truth
Yet
I may still
miss you
Sometimes
I say

And then again
Knowingly
Reattempting
Scenarios of human ignorance
under the veil of the
Habitual Play of sankoca
and as long as things are So
reduced
to a measure of a thing of the mind
You and I will be apart

The last time
in this time
of impurity
Where we have chosen to be
As we have chosen to be
same time
Not randomly
But perfectly
in our chosen body

I will paint skies
as you by my heart
simultaneously make love As such
for the arousal of all
Again and again
by your love I remain

You and I is eternity
We came here the last time
AND I will melt time this time to never
to never sever from you again

Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
you are free of bondage
Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
as Always selfless we stay
in all cities of life
I sense where I should

We are mere reflections
of the last Veda
and the first

The one
The only one
the one that has always been
and cannot be read
by eyes seeing only
gross words

because you and I
my love is the key

One sound
One heart
Never apart

Thou Art Art

They gave me a guitar
and asked:
what do you wanna do with it?

I said in ecstasy
I wanna be like that once baby faced old
man a street musician and travel the world
with the perishable fruits in my cap
Oh let these tingly breadcrumbs
pave us a miraculous path
where all folks stand tall and free

but
Art is Art
happens as is
Art
doesn’t need
my-your-his-her-our-their
words
Are you awake yet
oh my favorite poet?

I can feel your pulse -if I want to
and you may know if you wonder
but it is no wonder
and You be sure You
I identify not by I
and for good
remain so
in the unchanging
purification of my time
observe
you -s
from everywhere

thou art a neutral witness
of such wireframes
embodied by the
conditionings
of temporal
identities
full of blind
desires so
I fast
on mandarins

it is no punishment
neither a fruitless training
but a method
of eloquent technology
blah blah

yeah
something brainy
in short
about our humanity

1-what it means being human
2-what it means to be
3-what it means not to be eligible
to be controlled by nature
as animals
because we are humans

and Not! what it means to be innocent as animals once we are
controlled by nature -because we are not animals

yes and only when you are free
you can play joyfully
with all pronouns
that instrument
called mind
becomes your
blissful tool
for making
Art
just

I said
and
they
they
they
broke my
guitar

Recycled now
thankfully
to a new
instrument
branded
as
Thou Art Art
available
to all
for free