Ushas

For each of your exhalation
There is a snowflake
Softly
Touching her skin
Sprinkling joy to her face
Through the winking
of the eyes
A heavenly smile
illuminates skies
Breath
with which you can smell
Smell her
like the universe

Aerial view

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Meeting place of Lovers 

A whisper of all knowledge beyond ears
is the meeting place of Lovers dating in the light of the simultaneity of our ceaseless being.

The sound of the embrace of Lovers is a Namaste shaping a love sign posing the world of this mother and father.

Our bodies – An effulgent  instrument
Made of this light- Plays – the symphony of illuminating light and dissolves in light

Image: digital photocollage

The sequence knows itself

effortlessly unfolds itself by itself

Likewise
Life happens according to spiritual readiness 

All experience is asana
The world All inclusive
A body

and Life
A reflection on a fluidish surface
Made of the stuff Self is made of

and Life
An exploration
Dissolving its goal to itself

As there cannot be a goal between I and I (the self)
.

Image: meditative sketch with color pencil . Second and third images are versions of the mirror filter applied on the first and they amaze me somehow 

Beyond clouds is my love

I spent a fortune today
to hide from the world
and escape

train to train

Tracks are never enough
to lengthen a day
made of daydreams
of you

Recklessly…buoyant
and melting
Bending even
Metal

wires accelerating
because of this heat
of a mind
that I want to brutally
Tease

Copying you over
sometimes
But only on me

to see whether
after all
Still
…?

For the movie I say
which I saw what I have seen once again
yesterday

once which was
on a stage of dreams of others’
after midnights
in a street

stage changing
seer
staying

Already
Crossing bridges
Connecting flat lands
A play of green
For the play
but
This one is different I say

A
Movie where the half moon
would love to take a part in

Haha and
So I could think
think of you again while
The moon adorns my sky
Like this half
from today

While I am thinking of you
While I say:

Only

only
one more time
Secretly
Alone

One more time

See
If you were with me
It wouldn’t be such a luxury
as it is now
On my own
In this dream
of a dream
alone

See it’s for the movie
I say

I say
then slip again
Willingly
contract
to embody
my
Role

Again

and
Seeing these clouds now
In the shape of all lovers

That has become for you

I think they can see
See me too
While I think
Think of you

because I shine
Shine then
Same as you
And so they can see
See me
through
Through
the transparent windows
behind
which I hide and write

and trees
At every station that we stop
hear
Hear me

and you

You
Know

Like the skies of all parks
Living their blues
in pristine waters only

A rain droplet is my love
Fragile but
intact on a surface that holds it
for a moment
just in its magnificent form
and as temporary
as my own

Yes
A rain droplet is my love
in which I have hidden
you today like a wish

Knowing
Its true nature

Shapeless
Placeless
Timeless

For the play

is today

Shining
A rainbow above
Through
that droplet
upside down
Beyond clouds
Beyond clouds
rhymes
a love poem
to mine

 

Hocus Pocus

You and I

flows
between the two streams
of breathe
which in reality
unify
by simultaneity
at an absolution
of
🙂

…. four letters for you
….. five letters for me
….. five letters for you
…. four letters for me

says the hangman concurrently!

but in truth
this shall be
a place
without a search
of such futile words

right?

we are not perfect if are perfectionists
and yet we still are what we shall just be
such is all letter equaling to one sound

so
there is this gap
made of flowing lines
which we call

‘imagine’

‘imagine’ is a space
of compassion
that we allow to be
that we let ourselves in
and surrender
take shelter
for a while

consciously
yeah?

for a while
maybe

of lifetime…?

then that
‘maybe a while’
lingers again – no?

foolishly
until

until
it dissolves

at some …

its’ cause
to its effect

not too bad
it’s all acceptable
of course

so
let us sing
in Flashy letters
a
‘Who Cares!’

‘Who Cares’ …is the man!
🙂

do we have a choice?

Don’t we?

A black hole
is a time gap
that manifests itself
as space

it happens while
we –
the two lovers
the gatekeepers
of endless cycles-
-between
the full moon
and
the new moon

– peel inversely
the skin of an orange ~as if~
in equally opposite directions

two right circular cones
balance each other
apex to apex
and turn uni/verse/s
and ~as if~ coming from a different source
while the orange has always been the same

but
so
for now
I throw my magic ball just
to the web of games
collect mind litter
which I filter
in the lab of dreams
discriminately!
to distill glittery
fairy powder

and what that does?

hehe
imagine just
you have all the time
don’t you?

but OK!
we shall meet ‘someday’
‘someday’ in your terms of course
yeah someday
we shall meet ‘somewhere’
‘somewhere’ in your terms of course
only for the rhyme
yeah only for the rhyme
cause there really is neither a day nor a where

when locus equals focus

😀

 

Yoke

why are you alone?

but I am not alone!
there is so much
of the blessed around me
and at these times
all of these
are
one by one
of me
but when I am lonely
nothing and nobody
can help
this also means
I am not there
and when I am not there
there is not a thing or a being
that can be there for me
because I am not there
you see?

yes
this is about the
longing for the self
these are residues
yes
it comes and goes
until that one and true self
is reinstalled
all you do is work with it
by keeping the one pointed
focus
through lost and found
you work hand in hand
with the teacher in you
accept being the student
humbly
until you two are
inseparably one

but
writing about these
is no poetry
observing duality
is one step towards
the experience of freedom
the experience of the freedom
is a unification of the self
with selves and things
is one step towards the divine
as for the divine there is no
means of separation
it is one
an undefinable
unitless
subject of a
poetic being
of all united poetry

would that be a living poetry?

we will never be able to know
until we are it and when we are it
we will never be writing

laiiilaaooouuvvvvuuuoaaaa

ink and watercolors on canvas - AIR #3-(Augmented Irradiations 3-1) 35x27 cm

ink and watercolors on canvas – AIR #3-(Augmented Irradiations 3-1) 35×27 cm

I was falling in full speed
lured and pulled by
thoughts of
“I love you” s 

engraved
along the edges of sharp rocks
of some unknown grounds

“i love you” s
animated inside out 
of a delusioning  
concave-convex shape

you don't know 
by which one 
you were 
in or out 
of 
“i love you  uuuuuuuoooooaaaaaaaaa”

however 
as I approached 

the ouuuuuuuuoooooaaaaaaaaa 
part of y 
started 
getting bigger 
and larger 

ready to gobble me in one go
by the shape of the sound
engraved
lost or blind
foggy or dark
suddenly
through the deafening speed
or storm 


I heard someone repeatedly say:

'wish
for
time sleep
only

wish
for
time sleep
only'

and so
I wished
for time sleep 
only

while learning
what it means
to wish for
one thing
only


swiftly 
I got pulled up

by a cloud 

then 
by the friends 
of the cloud

All constituting a blessed chorus 
of clouds
singing something like:

'Noooooo
s/heeeeeee
loves youuuu 
naaaaaaaaat 
but youuuu'

however I wishfully imagined it to be something like:

'No it’s s/he that loves youuuu but not you' :D 

flattering the remains of my ego
but neither of the two was what they were really telling
they were singing to make a shape!

a shape that I could be placed in safely
a shape that could ideally form
at a point :
when rainbows know that they are being 
wished for 
and show up on the surface of a sphere
and
my voice would serve to become the seal of the gap
and 
that could even effortlessly freeze a soap bubble!!

wow!
“I am slowly getting it”  I said

as I approached
and as the micro units to the crash
got doubled then tripled 

you know how it goes 
as he (or a thing or h or x or i ) approaches to zero

my breathlessness diminishes

and I slowly perceive the truth
of the words  dreamily saying :

'who are  youuuu
who are youuuu'

and  ingeniously making a curly shape 
with the form of the sound of the 
'whoareyou' s
connecting one edge of the sound to the other 
until it could sound like 
'I am you' !


so when the “who are you”s
got equal to 
'i am you'  s
and
when and where
again ingeniously
all the “he” s in 
'he loves you'
got equaled to 
“I” (` I love I)

That point
became a coordinate
of a perfect bubble 
which I got placed in
and pulled up 

and so that all
happened
just before the crash
and 
just before the crash
I became something 
Lighter
Stronger
Jollier

and joined to their song 
Casually
Bubbly
as the lead 

singing with a sound
between a squeak 
and a Hum

only and thoughtlessly an 
'I love you'
which in reality must have sounded
something like:
laiiilaaooouuvvvvuuuoaaaa
like a fish bubble

matching to 
- as I said before -
each “you” of ‘I love you’  
to an  “I”  (` I love I)

while embracingly
all the “you” bubbles got replaced by the “I”s 
 
the winds got balanced
to a black haired
blue dressed 
ancient wind goddess
performing the dance of
fierce fun for fun 
and shaping the wind

Fun continued 
until I became it  again 

then 
a shine 
on and of 
a bubble

dematerializing
all the whatever
I seemed to have been  made of

getting rid of the remains of 
the trace 
amounts of heavier elements
(and keeping
those that which has the ability
to hold me together authentically by my own gravity)

I got hydrogenized

and pulled up
by a parachute
strumming in 6/8s
manifesting nude 
diminishing
the duality
I crossed layers
of loving
clouds
until

until
it all stopped
some darkness
followed up
beyond skies 
beyond sounds
beyond forms
as if I lost sight
for a moment just
until I crossed
an imaginary ray
from a child’s gaze’s
descriptive point of view
about 
a billionth unit
light years away
twinkling colors
of
an unnamed
star I am
whose
music continues
while
Silence remains