Such big Love

“so ! Let’s play a game!”
I say to the rain
“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”
but Clouds can stay
because
I know they won’t go away
today

“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”

This path
towards the temple of the Heart
is …mantra

and as I reach reach almost reach

Turbulence
replaces itself with a sudden storm and fills my unmanned stage
making the lightest the hardest , gloomiest the dazzling brightest , shortest the longest …

Only then I realize the rain has long stopped

slowed down dramatically
however lucidly
I cross a graveyard maybe all that is
just to remember those that have passed from this realm of the sensuous polarity .

a remembrance that spontaneously displays all that as Liquid and-

They are a prayer
now

Crows appear
out of nowhere
like guardians as if

“May my posture carry the lightness of a delight of a seashell found coherently –

-as a mirror of one’s energy –

the carrier of a phosphorus illumination appearing in gradation as if –
Along the wholeness of its texture –
a texture made of the sky –
sky same as the sea

May we all be found by it …

so we can cross thought less

Thoughtless is the endless power of spontaneous will
from whose calm fierce waves rise
to deliver their energy

to the legs 🙂 – (so I bike on)

and breathless I take refuge in the junction of the shape of the uproar
and quickly join to the wind
to watch this mischievous game

Enlivened with a lightness of a smile
I whisper
softly and in full diplomacy:

“What is hardship my friend
having gone so far
in this play of ‘otherness …
What is vulnerability my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …
What is desire my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …”

Imagine saying that All at once in one breath to the wind! (not like written here in a row of linearity )

While dissolving this notorious otherness!!! in the beauty of omnifarious

The wind hush in the answer of what is …

Concession of
the unspeakable as two
which is one and one
for parts are equivalent Divine

Victorious is today in its congealment as a day
with its ever changing remould ings of the artistry of this pauseless union

Today is our celebration
made of the meditation
of ‘Such Big Love!’ .

….

Notes: it was stormy 3,4 March and I had this crazy inspiration while biking to bike on against that wind … even though I thought I could hardly climb the stairs a few hours ago. Such fun such delight of amazing light at the beach and I could see the eloquence of the Sufi temple towards the beach . The video shows how stormy it was !

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Prasadam

Your face
Same as the glitter on the river
Talking wordless peace
Adorning the mind

Your hair
charcoal black
Reflects
magical blue
Aura of the heights
wherein you reside
and is the color of the victory in my heart

Your skin
lucid black
Sound of the illuminating hues of the depths of the cosmos
Encapsulated by our intertwining bodies
Painting
the multiverse

I am eternally with you
and precisely for that reason
the shine of star gates sprinkle along the red green nuances of universes within

We stood here watching
or we stand
An appearance, transparent
you said or you say

and show me how to touch through that which is made of the light of our love
like a halo
Transparent

and not other than the nature and fair beauty of the color of an autumn leaf
over which we cross myths

In all things is you
You!

and I am bursting with joy
of this You inside of my chest
Like an intact droplet
of purifying forms
I am in fluid dreams
of rainbows
rooted upside down

Embraced by you

Expanding
expanding
As one
the
healing waves
of truth
or of love
always in creative action
You appear in all beings and things in all forms and shapes

You are a secret that I can obviously not hide
Making everywhere else the myth
of which I am in
Only
Knowingly!

Always
Knowingly!

How otherwise?
Could I
Look!
Look At
All that

As I
Look at you
Now

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Notes:…physicality functions as a medium while all becomes contemplation. Therefore fruits of these moments should always be offered. May they be pieces that deliver joy, delight, inspiration.
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.

The unwritten poem

The color of the dance
of that fair goddess
Painting skies
Moving heavenly bodies
for the senses
of those
Assuming
the everpresent coolness
of flow of the space
made by the alluring smell
of the branches of the pine
Reflects
immaculate greens
stemming from the lustre
of the delight in your eyes

which I have met the other day in a dream

Curled by
a momentary condensation
of crystalline droplets
that tap
earth surfaces
to compose a lure
of the divine flow

Her smile

glows
and lifts the universe
from where
it synchronously expands

Expands as if!

and knits
the mesh
made of globules
of knots of light
of bliss

Skin of all
Pervading skin

and she emanates (in all)
from touch
– an inhalation
oozing
from the awareness of the meeting point of all lines

Sheltering all color

like the shelter of all storms

is by the wisdom of being all storms

in the form of the lotus of the heart

by which you celebrate now
as the sky sinks into yourHead

and I Lose the ‘me’
dressed by dreams of you
in your eternal dream of love

I wake up
in the lightness
of your turbulent presence
dashing
the gateless gate
between what we used to call
reality and dream

and wait

Wait to receive the omen
in the unstruck beat of one meditation

to read
re read
your love poem

the unending one

I am no thing but the sound of the letters read by all lovers now

Lovers being the One
Love stories being the One

where one plus one finally makes One

I wake up saying:
“I thought it was just Just a dream!”

Written on the 4th of July, 2018 for The HYMN: Song of the Soul

because of my inspiration of the author of the ‘The HYMN: Song of the Soul’

which is a gift to receive and a revelation of love
I had indeed a dream the night before I read the Hymn so I was waiting
There are no miracles but being – Being Just – what more is a miracle than Being is one

I read the Hymn in one go breathless and already at the first line I knew who the author is and for whom the book is written ♡

Check this beautiful & free book:
https://www.instagram.com/the_hymn/

 

 

In your eyes

The sky

Shining

like your eyes

I am but a reflection
in yours

It has always been so

but …
and…

my stand is firm

Embracing this sky

It has always been so

Knowing you 🙂

It will stay so

All that
An asana

of your and my love

so hush hush my love

Invincible I am
Untouchable
Immune to all separation
my dance exceeds
exceeds this form
like a painting exceeds its canvas
for each curly move molds
with precision
a sculptor of this universe
that I am
radiating speckles
of love

I dance dance this inspiration
and plot like a cartographer
star by star the sky
getting lighter
brighter
by each one of these nearing shells
timeless

and soon very soon
shall there be no place for residues or of shades

I weave
weave now
tapestry by tapestry
to reveal the tapestry
of that final embrace

which hasn’t got a start
which has never severed
nor can it ever change
and yet
and yet
yet remains where words end
so hush
hush my love

Inspiration as it were

You are not from this time
I am not from this place
but if time would be place
I would sit across you again
on a lucid carpet and play the games

like a maze
born from your smile
and assigned to me
as yogas

‘for the Play!’
as you would always say

If time would be place
I would become the dance –
particles mingling you to me
we would pass through each other
and heave this universe

just as I have become the light reflection
shining reverse in your pupil
one of on that vase which you’ve always observed
unmoving
and
without any prejudgment
analyzing breathless what it really is

maybe not so much different than the self
learning the essence from the self
without words

true knowledge remains in the body of experience only

Like a mantra

what makes the eye is what sees the eye
the key is well preserved Timelessly in love

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Just as I know moments your thoughts connect to me
Just as I can become your skin again and again
experience this world through your breath

and teach your hunger a lesson 🙂

It does not help hiding you through my psoas
if I press the big toes and as the diaphragm falls
these muscles wherein you hide stretch
and O dear one
subtle is the skin we share
through which fingers can pass
not dense – not dense at all!
like any universe born and witnessed by inspiration

and like a sea-squirt I can then digest anything that is past tense

and that’s exactly how I became a raven today
balancing on the thinnest and highest branch of a maple
even a sparrow wouldn’t dare
but the gaze of inspiration

Only to see your form one more time
Standing there at the window from a past
Watching the park

You know
It is needless to ask
How

It is not the mind that can answer
neither waves of any sort
Yes you already know

You
immersed in an unmoving gaze
For generations
At different places
In different bodies
Having monumentalized the eagle’s eye
Should know!

because
Immeasurable remains the thingless to things
and Inspiration as it were