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

As lovers sleep

Dear teacher
When I think of you
my inner self shines with smiles
First you showed me how to stand
and on this blessed day
I have succeeded to maintain
that balance effortlessly
Here I fell in love
with the stars
upside down but
Has it already been  night
By the side of the worlds
we used to meditate?

it’s for the
True self to
and surpass
the compassionate words
of a beloved one
Made of unending
whose living act
moment by moment
this universe
Union of
equivalent selves
but apart
s/he remains

And so
I dare to leave flesh
to live in a world
made of dreams
Not so different than
where we have first met
but a bondage of gates broken
was in the void just
A void apart deserted
by the grace of now
from where I write
These dispersible words
made of sound
A turbulence of blissful
Noise all at its place
Surrounding its peace
In the hub

Dear teacher
doing asanas today
I haven’t even moved once
Ours is an unmovable seat
An incessant dance
To adorn those dreams
Maybe of a green river
While you cross a bamboo bridge
Shines its tones of the heart
Before sunset
In skies of landscapes
Where I pedal mantras
As lovers sleep

photo by Alin, flowers for Shiva, 2016

Mantra of a Rose


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drawing by Alin –  color pencil – 30 Dec 2015
This drawing is made by a method of yoga thoughtlessly

in such shouting Caps
I somehow missed the point always
of the use and necessity of its design
until today
and today I know
a reason
why you do that
to which I can relate

today was the last yoga course of the year
and after tomorrow is new year
and I haven’t slept yet over two days
sickness or bad habit
as others name it

I rush out
with an insomniac face
perceiving minutes as hours
doing the fun
don’t lose time game
gazing elaborately
in each of
the derivatives of
fleeting points of time

if this body sleeps not

there shall be a reason for it
I am too tired of it
and for thoughts about it
and for relaxation for it
and for reaffirmation caused by it

but I – the one without sleep-
is the sleepless sleeper when it
comes to making a wish
– I want to make this yoga a gift –
it’s possible to do that
by consciously playing
a body
that shall transform
from asana to asana
through three cities
if and only if
by love

and my gift is my wish
and my wish is my gift
for all souls outta there  
from whom I learned so much
to this date
I am prepared
and I am firm on that
while the teacher says
be nice to yourself
I do that
learning still
and always

it’s a manifestation
of an appreciation

so I rush out
a dance
that prays
with the body
last sips of energy
stays permanently
and always
in balance
slowly grow
as long as
there is breath
that moves it
like a
flower to zephyr
I cooperate

I – the experiencer just
so that
you shall experience
that true love

then I painted a picture
last night
to gift it to my teacher
then I received
a gift in return
a deva

she is that

she who whispered

‘keep a word
in mind
the one
that is of a most blessing
to you at this time
keep it thoughtlessly
and meditate as it
and that shall be it’

you may guess
after such ecstasy
without any effort

manifest as One
and be the One
just as

you have designed
and stitched
to my
by which



to be
a gift