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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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

Like a dream!

Like a tale!
She cherished
Like a dream
I muttered
It’s just real!
He exclaimed

We looked a while more
until a cloud gulped the crest and changed its shape
until the mountains received an expression fitting to a radio ad:
“State of the art stage light technology!”
and marked a line of difference
of heights
of direction
of time
of mood
of changing gloom

An awareness urging to drop
Such identification
down a valley

A valley that manifests now
for that reason only

Facing the west
I said proudly
Confirming where east is
while the sun sets

Only if we were giants!

We could stand then barefeet on edges of these mountains – curves looking like beach rocks

We laughed
The echo
Converted us to giants
😀
Instantaneously

We saw us from times
as once they were covered
by ocean waters
and we picked skyflowers
growing over clouds
Rising the moons and the suns

Wondering
maybe also
Like now
If ours were more real

What if we were
as small as
Eagles are – to our sight – circumferencing skies

Or theirs?

Ours?
Theirs

An unheard echo of a laugh
From inside Lost
in a wild flowing
glacier water
Converted us to
something smaller
and translucent like
a ripple
Ready to play
A float of a fallen-bloom
Like a note
In a symphony
Unchanging

Until the light floated higher
towards a crest
and became a light-pin
of a pin-crest
Pinning soon a gleam
of unseen stars
which determine
Our true size
Now!

Laugh! Laugh!

Only then
‘Like magic!’
he points at a torchlight
from a scarce mountain forest

We both hope they are alright
We both know what it means getting lost on an endless balcony path without a map after sunset

Drama tic tac tic tac tic
Like that sharp mark on rocks
The shadows of extreme lights
Cut rising lights of highs and darks
of bottoms discriminated by mountains and valleys
soon to be dumped in the spook of a mind

How real or unreal is
the existence of such a line?

If it were a tale or a dream
or real

What
remains
incessantly
is the
Unchanging symphony

of all changes
A bird sings

Like a tale!
She cherishes
Like a dream
I mutter
It’s just real!
He exclaims

Holding hands
We become
Word of words
Body of bodies
Sound of sounds
And incessantly remain
In the unchanging Symphony
of all changes

Before I open my eyes

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Nora, the world squatter - squatting the world with the light of I
 postcard  for Nora doing the Mālāsana

This pleasantness
This fullness
Before I wake up
Before I open my eyes
to one of the worlds of awakes
in which I with my body
resides

This pleasantness
This fullness

This joy
to embrace you
all
and move
move
and fly
Fly

reveal plain

Love
only love

as I dive in
to the lights

of knowledge

I learn

selfless
non-attached
full of youth
and all that
I passed to

to a child
now

new born

in her dreaming smile
I see

You me

Little supreme Spanda
smiling like Siva
when she sleeps

I dream of or am awake

This pleasantness
This fullness
before I opened my eyes
now

see you in a dream…

I’ve replied you in the grossest of all forms here
and I may reply in all levels receiving your fathom
because you are not other than me

now I have replied on that level
of the grossest of all forms
for you to understand where I currently stand
I can never say no to you ..you know
but I can suggest …this way

and maybe silence you
and maybe make you wonder
about the nature of my-our truth

I live in a dark cloud right now
wearing a face of a cloud demon
as it is my duty to be what I’ve become
at anytime of observation of truth or
of nature of a ‘me’ that seems so apart from me
and you …
and .. oh that’s how I have deserted you!

but for what I am and is
I may see you only
having defeated any trace of expectation

because you are my full plainness
because that’s how to see :
by that which illuminates
is the eyes of love only
for I is being your inspiring energy

dating you on a star
made of the ethereal ice
decorating her hair with stardust
her lip gloss with luminous shades
heaves a remnant of a kiss
seeds a cosmic wave

I may see you once and once more only
when you dance
We are always on top of a mountain born from this dance
and You may see me
by excluding all preceding and succession of aura

‘Me’ in this dream is Always a first
We meditate with eyes open we create
This universe is to play hide and seek only
and with eyes close You are all around
and between my eyebrows as a solidity

You the one who read my dream
You the one with Will
who painted this dream as a knowledge
My dream has come true
and is not mine alone

I am it that became us
All of us
immingling
to this divine play
Making it real like a dream
but a dream that is not the other
Manifesting
Expanding
In the divinity of your eyes
which I’ve long surrendered to

chassis

Light is the sun that shines
beyond our gratitude

It is impossible not to sense the closeness
each time I close my eyes

Would that be closer than skins untouching ?

The gap: causing the desireless stress of presence

of the other
because of itself

My mind  
Discloses
nude

For what
We celebrate is
a precision of love
made of
our wordless waves
that subtly replaces
and sculpts my
gross lines
to their
primordial

We are transparent
space casts its chassis
Made of us
Formats
our deserted shells

as we fuse
to fit in things
Color of sound
now as big as
its encapsulating hall
We are time only
to heal

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photo by Alin, Feb 2016, Hampi