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/

 

 

Feels good …Hey

This
Flowing
Breath is
A sigh
Clearing the world

Has it really been so long
or is it always the first time

Maybe I don’t wanna know
and pretend
Just

to be able to write

A poem

Feels so good
Hey
Remember

Maybe it’s the weather
Maybe the radio
Maybe dreams
I said

of Outside

to
Every time
Envy
as if
to make love
there

There
in our heart
The lotus

Only
There
We perpetuate

Dreams

In colors of dunes
of
Rainy landscapes
made of
A bed of clouds
For you and I

Maybe thats why
This smell
Between dream and rain
Damp and green
Lingers on

An insence of prayer:
We

Jump to bathe
in
the unknown

For which
there are no words

Only
Birds
may interpolate

an exchange
of union

Into the color and the tone
of this throb

Along worlds

Seeping through
as undefined joy

The only key

that Makes the mesh

simultaneously

and permeates to trespass

but ours
is equally unplanned
We only plan for this unplanned
For bodies to meet as containers

The Be A Vehicle
of the unspeakable

weightlessness at
the Objectless
places

Places
places
place
placeless
Places

We
[only
have the breathe
To be the
inhalation
and exhalation
For the word
Breathless
for the wordless
Covering positives
and negatives
of the mesh]
Remain

Thoughtless

Plant
Seeds
of light

Flowers
Composed
Of a dance
Patterns
Temporary
Manifestation
Along
the mesh
Twinkle
#love

Moonface

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
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
Invoked
this breath
and shaped
us
Us
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
Immediately
and make a drawing
for the moon

@dnalumulad Instagram

Image: painting mixed media for a Tale for children of all age groups!
Oil, crayon, acrylic, ink

The lord of the Fish

1)Tide:

Sea Shells
he gifted to me
Coral amulets
Braclets
made of the beaches that he loved
Scintillating rare seaweed greens like diamonds of the heart

Appeared every day at the same place with an handsomely worn headdress – an anchor to become visible in gross state for a while

A mistery cavalier

Hanging there between the fumes of the burning passage of blues and the reds of the horizons of dusks

Incessantly marking the sandline of the effervescent history

Making all sunsets nude
a gift of all sunsets
from all worlds

Celebrating
the glory
and the lustre
and the majesty
of such steeping transparency

Singing me indefatigably
the mantra:

***” Be Happy!”***

Pushing the sound
letter by letter
through the pores of my Skin
Chest
Heart
Eyes

concrete-clear
with an assertive glance
of sea-blue crystal
in one emphatic breath
Disallowing any of my
blurring existentialist doubtful
sighs

Ooze in
by a Shhhushh

Rising
from his sensing

A mouth
made of the waves of the ocean

Curing the lost last traces

Dumping all the veiling
Irrevocably

Massaging with
Now

Now only
is
the waking
of the soul
to its velvety
Presence

by and between
his ebb and flow

I stood there always
Silently
Bubbles surging
Invisibly
or my silhouette
Sculpted
by the wind
Made of the blow
of the Goddess

A poem
or
just a poem

(What’s the difference?)

He wanted to have
from me

‘Sunsets
Shared !’

I exclaimed

‘between
Your and mine
Dissolving Gaze’

unknowing what
he meant

The winds
Rushed the motion
of it all then

It is a dance !
Yes a dance

A dance

Ecstatic dance

Different
as if
different
but nonchalantly
Unchanging
and the same
All the time
Making the days
Painfully the tea-time
of Alice in Wonderland

As it disappeared
or he ….or all …or
I
heared my heart
Gush
in the same rhythm of
his grandeur
vanishing line

A fading
wave
Filling the
Universe
to its
Immutable Hertz
of
Goodbye Sweetie

☆☆☆


2)Jyoti:

I recognized him
only after he left

A dream
gifted

This treasure
Made of the ocean of illusions
Rising from my belly
made him up

Yes yes

Reanimated
by my mind

and he
Appeared
As a he

Just like that

Yes
Just like that

so
He could kiss

Kiss it all over me
until I would disappear
Piece by piece

Like the ocean mountains

destroyed or reborn
is in the perception of
ignorent or wise

I was prepared to erase me

6 levels down if necessary

Fearless

or else
let it all fade
Dispatch
If you can

then

Only then

Should you rise again

Maybe to below 2 levels up

and then
to the Light

The light that we are

and I woke up

to

who I am

is knowing

this king

Half man Half Fish
in my imagination
The Lord of the Fish

carries

A torch of starlight
after sunsets

Illuminates the
“There ain’t a method really”

with a Shhsshhh

“On spirituality”

You will see

You will see

when the
Shape of the sound
Splittered as
the phosphorus
glitter of waves
makes the waves
your own
Beauty

Only after
the rays touch
Sunset skies of all dreams

Arambol beach