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 …
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
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 ♡


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 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
this breath
and shaped
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
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