Blue Rose

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 ♡


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