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

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“familiar Right?

when we are
so well
Aligned

This transparency…

Everything

That can
ever be known

in the smiling awareness
of the unknown

kidding
the mind – (…like the one busy with western psychology etc.!)

The revealed
…now
in silence

in silence only

always now
in your light
by your light
as a basis
holding
tissues
intact

not needing
the outer edges
of a skin

so as to be called a beauty-queen

A goddess
A goddess just
in the shape of a universe

and not
the universe
knowing beyond the the

or
a god
a god just
Yes just

Simple as that
We are

Both the same”