The Moonlit Maze

O the sun
break the line of words
that search
to rhyme by words

which pulls you down
far away from me
but
listen just
to this unstruck
sound

our melody
coming from the heart

O bliss

along the path of divine

Like the gaze
one-pointed
which makes one forget
and connect
flawless

to our equipoise

I want to exchange your face
says the moon

and
Sink into your heart
while the remains
of dashes made by skyants
fade
and disappear

while the pale passage of pastels
of blue and reds
flood to sink

the colored deeper
and shrill … almost
burning a cover as if
to the color
of ashes of the mind
before the pitch-black

before the silent conversion
of tones
to dreams

seen at nights
by the inhabitants
of planes
where suns set

and
as objects and things
loose their assigned meanings
before the appearance of that starlight
the one that shines
like your reflection on this world

to illuminate this gift of ours

Then shall I rise again
in hearts
of all
as one

a shine of a pearl
your love manifests
objectless

expands
a heart
made of our breath

to lead the path of
what used to be a maze

clear are the lines
through the Crystalline
of your knowing

Come she says
be my gleam
so you can smile
to the meditating ones
that welcome our phase
in many ways

You and I
Breath to breath
We gave life to each other
You and I
Breath to breath
Born from each other

.
moonlit, the maze
reshapes
by our breath
a crystal

seed of a heart
expands
objectless

along the hearts
of all meditating ones

O joy of awareness !
O sound of bliss !
O path of knowing!

rises

beyond hearing
to welcome the phase
of our repose
in various ways

As sound fades
and becomes unmoved
objects loose their assigned meanings

We appear then as one
and
wed all cities
of dreamers
to a dreamless dream
of joy

We
gave breath to each other
We
born from each other.

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drawing with pencil on paper by Alin
meditative drawing

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

Neelkanth

Pinnacled plain in the valley
the seed of your words
lift me up

Enclosed by the cool greens of your light
I wished to see the heights of these huts

but without any expectation
to ever be there
these remote patches are so unreachable

inexecutable remains even
assuming the possibility

Dreaming just
about the impact
of such experience

Also on the body:
Walking daily
at a steep path
to be able to reach
the hut

I wonder how a universal balance moves me towards you
with the joy of a child
or the true meditator’s becoming one with the path
devoid of thoughts
having no perception of fear
because

only my love for you has led me

but what otherwise ?
or who
or when and where
all WH’s are the same
in Love

and forget about the Why

without needing proofs for the mind
Just am
I

I am
listening

Listening
…to your voice
lifts me up

again and again while I

am painting just
by the side of my eyes

The reflection
of me
living there

for a while until
the approaching
sunset-time

faded the tones
of greens
to their blues

Only then
I sipped
(the:)
‘how early days should be ending there’

and with this
re-activated
the hidden dark remains in the mind
that used to match to this tone

that used to create somberness

Actualizing
but without falling for them now

Embracing the last poison in blue
and I
Swallowed willingly
while I
wished to see the heights of these huts

They said I fainted
They said they brought me to the government-hospital
or maybe it was in a film
Imagining your love in pain
Tearing the skin
I watched
on my screen
the fearsome
it is not the letting go of this body
Fearsome is what was attached to the body
and I have challenged it now
Leaving all my doors open
Putting the hiding shame
with my outer shell
to the street
before the eyes of the universe

Next day
I awoke in a minibus
Full of people
Colourful laughter
chatter A celebration
Not really minding the heat
Untouchable and invincible
We are
they said but
I wanted to go to the temple

They pointed at the green of the holy first
Ganga
A lustre so familiar
pure and clean
like of the one
of the heart’s
A shine of pure desire
on an ascending curly path
We all
with no effort
Reached to the heights
of the tops of
the tops

The Shiva temple they pointed at
then I saw the huts
Whose heights I so much have wished to see
Right beside me

I guess I stayed there
this time
beside the lover one
who showed me the way
to true
Blue

Based on my true story

Neelkanth (the blue throated one) is a given name to Lord Siva because he gulped the poison -a by product of the churning of the sea from the war between Asuras and Devas- to save humanity.


View from Hanuman temple near to Neelkanth Mahadev Temple

‘Myth’

Sitting in the narrowest cabin
half made of glass half fiberglass
it could be for a death or a birth
Corridors full of standing people side by side as if
They will talk all night but
Sun has set down already and
We have crossed the villages
The bazaars
My devouring eyes
Its now time to sink down

Dim lights
here and there
I have seen a praying man for his cup of meal
presenting this to his own 

All gods sit on the road side

Dim lights here and there

The last match has blown out
by the wind alas 

alas i cannot write
Write no more
alas

We’ll go althogether so

Patience’s silence
Change

Change
to a hymn
of surrounder

We’ll go Altogether so
towards 

The land of the kings
The sun

will rise for us
in a desert
Like a dream

and maybe a dream

Yes we’ll go altogether so
Until dawn

but for now
I will just watch the stars
from where i lie
and listen to a song

Niyati and the Porcelain Men

Today I had a lucid dream
scared maybe
At first
A bit
but I knew
I could do whatever I have dreamt of
if ever

“If ever I would know I were in a dream!”

Talking to the insentient and plants
in No words
but as if some kind of creative elasticity
Elongating through time and between you and I
moving them with my eye –
connected things and beings
honoring limitations of their body
Unitedly driven by my inspiration
in their authenticity
not transforming into something else
or of a reverie

And they stayed so
in response to our shared rhythm
only as what they were or could be
At a place called Niyati

That was a kind of communication without expectation
Like a dance without any attachment
Free
And for its own sake only
because
Because I was aware

Am aware

Knowing the scary
The only scary
could be my mind
but well tamed and choicelessly
staging itself now in a unified harmony
Having nothing left to hide
Nothing left at all other than what is
I – aware of its dream state
humbly play
and
this bizarre world
almost an experiment

assuming a body for myself and others and things
Animating the porcelain men
what could have been spiders
Initially made of dark ink spots
Splashing cheerfully into space
To be shaped into something
by the artful steering of a mind
Through the curvilinear dance
mushrooming
The porcelain men!

They behave as they should
like bees
Each one having a rank of his own
have had a meeting yesterday along a table
about their important matters
Not knowing they are my mind born entities
I – unwilling to interfere or come eye to eye with any one of them –
Sneaked out and went to this enchanting flower realm instead

I saw a rose plant without any flowers
looked at its missing blossoms and
We connected rhythmically
a prolific dynamism started blooming red roses
Pulling the skin towards a child’s thrill
enlightening a face with amusement
but then again keeping the source unchanged
through the tuning sound of a ‘ya’
“ya yaa yaaa”
which was also a formula
for the rose plant to convert the reds to yellows at once
and without a trace of its red past
blooming real fast
now!
Really! and I saw it happening!

Holding my breath ! for one slight moment of observation of the
“If ever I could capture this wonder”
what normally could take days by a stop motion
Trying to convince my mind that there should be a way to record this dream
Remembering I left my phone where the porcelain men were

Flushing big yellow roses of all sizes
all of which happening because of my presence
with my voice changing … in tune with my “ya” rhythm
And that moment
Dong! Bong! Clank!
Wumpth!

the alarm went on

such big shame
I knew it! kinda stuff followed
My eyes shut

Shall I go back?
It’s cold in here

I knew yes
this world and that one
connected at once
The separation ended For a moment
the limitation of one dimensionality
Created by my mind
in this waking reality
It is cold yes
coming from the thought constructs
Gently warming up the cold now

as Mahabharata says:
“Whatever is here is everywhere, whatever is not here is nowhere to be found.”


Niyati is the energy of being situated in only one particular place - Siva Sutras