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 ♡

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The unspeakable

When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and received immediately and perpetually without any delay/space/gap/words because in love mind is the same Heart is the same and One
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only dissolving seasons and landscapes Making worlds transparent Stitching time with patterns of residues
for yoga only
Only yoga converts these stitches to flower fractals gifted to the dance of the wind
The wind that reflects the fractal flowers as clouds that will rain rain
for Satya
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and so I can see you when I want in a shape through which I sense you are watching me but a shape is a concession only
because then you are everywhere if this is to be assigned to a place
because then you are everything if this is to be assigned to a thing
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only but ‘to think’ is not how i can describe such recognition in reality
You is a sparkle landing from a crest to the heart that converts to a white flower that reflects all color as gapless creativity …
You is a dream that makes all a dream inseparable from truth
You is a thought that stops all thought

You is not something to be continued
You is not silence not any stillness could describe
You
And still
You is all that

The unspeakable

Reflection of reflection

We sit in meditation
 like holding hands
 We connect from our hearts
 to manifest
 the pattern
 of the Stars

which becomes a reflection
 of the lover's dream

in waters

which manifests
 and materializes
 a dock
 to tie itself to

diluting
 the gates
 between three worlds

for those who can see

all the rest
 as a means

appear within
 the knowledge of the self

an awareness of which
 is the bridge
 connecting both sides

a bike to cross
 to reach the ship
 where lovers' meet

Dissolving
 all that
 to a sparkle

from the water
 to the sky
 from the sky
 to the lover's eye

that has been
 shining
 eternally

immuting
 the
 dark
 as of
 its
 own




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Leiden Haven

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

overtone

for a moment I smile
the crystal flame
of my eye strikes yours
a harmonic partial
preserved in this :
‘for a moment’
manifests
A rainbow
now
hanging there
between the moon and the sun
without a start and an end
beyond the motion
of rivers and clouds
too subtle to touch
too close to capture

flight to a sand coral

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collages of distant meditations / 2013 by Alin  – mixed media 

beyond thoughts we action
now
joy truly flows
nothing is lost
all knowledge is preserved
in a land
of golden ray
nameless floats
as is
equally valid
belongs to all
or is as none
definitions
lost
hang somewhere
timeless in space
beyond emotions love waits
with you
to welcome me
home finally
beyond my body you hold my hand
to reintroduce
what I have
always had
alone