Feels good …Hey

This
Flowing
Breath is
A sigh
Clearing the world

Has it really been so long
or is it always the first time

Maybe I don’t wanna know
and pretend
Just

to be able to write

A poem

Feels so good
Hey
Remember

Maybe it’s the weather
Maybe the radio
Maybe dreams
I said

of Outside

to
Every time
Envy
as if
to make love
there

There
in our heart
The lotus

Only
There
We perpetuate

Dreams

In colors of dunes
of
Rainy landscapes
made of
A bed of clouds
For you and I

Maybe thats why
This smell
Between dream and rain
Damp and green
Lingers on

An insence of prayer:
We

Jump to bathe
in
the unknown

For which
there are no words

Only
Birds
may interpolate

an exchange
of union

Into the color and the tone
of this throb

Along worlds

Seeping through
as undefined joy

The only key

that Makes the mesh

simultaneously

and permeates to trespass

but ours
is equally unplanned
We only plan for this unplanned
For bodies to meet as containers

The Be A Vehicle
of the unspeakable

weightlessness at
the Objectless
places

Places
places
place
placeless
Places

We
[only
have the breathe
To be the
inhalation
and exhalation
For the word
Breathless
for the wordless
Covering positives
and negatives
of the mesh]
Remain

Thoughtless

Plant
Seeds
of light

Flowers
Composed
Of a dance
Patterns
Temporary
Manifestation
Along
the mesh
Twinkle
#love

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Your eyes

Suspended from the brightest of stars
I have retained your retina now
seedling of all space flowers
Shooting
Blossoming 
Expanding
All that
in poetic precision
in one line
is the dance

Dance of crystalline green

Intact
and still
surrendered by the sounds
of all explosions of bulbs

This mother and father
unstruck are one body now

You and I
making the only
now

love
love
love

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

As the reflection of the sun and the moon faded away

I said goodbye

she helplessly cried
full of me
for the first time

Teardrops of
the other
by the other
Not to impress
or annoy

the canvas
of the truth of I
remained untouched

but
this uttermost cry was
maybe a cheek warming
silent expression just

in the conscious presence
of both

embraced by both

Goodbye to this roof that welcomed
our dreams…
Goodbye to this roof that
accommodated our flows
cries
highs
ties
pies
spies
allies skies
I s
Eyes
Aiaiai s ….

All of her dramatized stories
that agonize
are
to be capsized
to emphasize –
harmonize –
energize
so that
I s
are re centralized
re authorized
along the curly hum
For the game!
like the newborn tree
growing inside of me now
of
Me ?

me again?!?

but

I need not much of these anymore

and such are all things
that gave breath to us :
the in/sentient
courageously left behind
for a cry that bore generations
and such is her’s now

A means
that helped me grow
towards this no thing thing
and You!

You ?

But you…
…?

An immortalized posture of a shoulder shrug!

Nothing more
and nothing less

You – as love apart
but still with me

by each one of my shoulder shrugs
like the nameless sage of shoulder shrugs

In the western ‘who cares’ style….
We are so good at that!
So …

so ?

Be proud just!
to be commemorated as such

I will Never
pick a wildflower again
to place in my beloved vase
I did it only twice
Shamefully
Watching the truth die
Instantaneously
and no we do not like duality
But there will NOT be a third time
for such sad action
You have my word on that

I walk now alone
content with a song
of a bird welcoming
my accord

Carrying your light
in my heart
Plainness is my courage
I know you now

Your love rains
beads of truth
shaping words
of peace
that I read
incessantly
as us

knowing my duty
I go
go now

Taking nothing
Needing nothing
Leaving all
Things and
Insightful of
no things

I am you
With you
Listening
Just
To these
final
immaculate
droplets
of hers
before she willingly dies.