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 ♡

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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

Moonface

When you call
She will pervade you
A beloved teacher
will appear then
and give you a purple bouquet
Maybe of lavender flowers
In the lure of its aura
Open your arms as large as a field
and embrace
Being its earth by your skin
Earth of all spices
Inducing the fire
Fire of inspiational will
Fold
Fold then the fingers
to chin mudra
To be the mudra
of this universe
Gifted to the moon is
A gift of the moon
Not other
Not Other
than you
O! Moonface
You are the
Goddess of the mountains
A mantra of
The moon
Invoked
this breath
and shaped
us
Us
Not before or after
But successionless

Thats exactly where we have met
In between two breath
Thats exactly why we never spoke
Knowing it all
Being being it all
by our union

And that’s why
When the moon asks
a drawing from you
And uf you are blessed to hear her
Leave everything that moment
Immediately
and make a drawing
for the moon

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Image: painting mixed media for a Tale for children of all age groups!
Oil, crayon, acrylic, ink

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)

 

retuned

Now

It feels as if
I have travelled
all the way
to some past

I observe attentively
from a different story
without questioning
and with new objects
encircling

Senses from another time
do not recognize at first

Eyes render
Mind confirms

then readjusts
keeps itself busy
to avoid the blabberer
to philosophize

so that

So that
we won’t be associated by madness about space

not really remembering
just an inner knowing
regarding
the sleeper’s time-gap

I have awakened today
in this invisible skin
after the paradigm shift
jelled of now and then
to man
but with a difference

of …
its dreamless dream

I would touch otherwise
Why not!

just to refute those
clouding thoughts
just to be more honest
towards the urge
if any…

but at this place of now
Touch does not help to connect
neither does it allow to experience
whereas the desire to touch

remains
apart on stage
As if a play of awareness
for awareness

The latter
Unmoved by the happy or sad
watches
just

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photo by Alin, 8 February 2016, Hanuman Temple stairs