pure desire

 

Pure desire is what shaped this body
Pure desire is what healed this finger I burnt yesterday
instantaneously with just one mantra
so that I can write my love word to you

Pure desire is what I am
And will be
for one of your touch
And shall stay so
always near
or from far away
with whoever you wish to be
Feeling you this way
Is my joy
I shall gift as love
And sprinkle to universe
Knowing you are I

Wishing you gift
This passion
To enlighten and rise
Humanity to a level
That they truly are
And should be
The highest
Of gods
And goddesses

Let’s touch them
With pure love
Let them be free
Free oh free
Peace to three worlds
Of hearts
Let them make love
And stay free

No matter what forms
you choose to assume
Which life stories
you get involved in
I only know you as I know myself
When every morning
I open my eyes
Rested or tired
in dim lights
By one of your call
Of my name in your
Mind
I shall awaken
And kiss you
as if you are by my side
In serene silence
Listen to the dawn-welcomers
and know your heart is with me
Just as today
Just as yesterday
Just as now

You have no names for me
All names are you
Your name equals to all names
I shall always remain
After and before a touch
As one language
Of pure desire for you

Pure desire is what enlightens my path
To give birth to you by my breath
And make love to you in human form
Pure desire is what keeps me long
for the eternal day in shapeless form
I’ll stay in one posture of our love
Of you and I

Once my duty as a beloved
Is completed
On this world

For you
And
for you
And
for you

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Unborn

a wish
flies to skies
Swims against
the star-glittery
streams
and inspires
the coolest of breeze
cincturing a mount ridge
to carve a glimpse
of an ice goddess
made of a pellucid kiss
O the flamboyant curves
of the temptress
abiding the blue-sky
shall too
one day vaporize
by the fire of a touch
to deliver
a seed of sprouts
within the dissipated
yearning of the fumes
lovers scintillate
aureate gleam
of the celestial bliss
on a non starry sky
whence becoming a home
to their eyes
the moon smiles
to exhilarate
You
by a dawn flower
born from love’s
secret meeting
unmanifest until
You have vivified
an unknown myrrh
in your dream
An aroma of
true desire
by which
I
shall be born
and reshape
most elegantly
most delicately
to dissolve
in the euphoria
of this incarnating bath
made of breath
seducing
the immaculate flavor
of nectar
glaring
like the mastic
of the pine
on your tongue
for I’ve left
my fasting heart
in vows of truth
to be able to
answer your question
about what I have meant
by my ’you are my first’
resurrecting letters now
to a whisper
clinging like a
perennial symphony
in your ears
only once heard
in the absence
of full trust
shall it too
stop
wobbling
this waking reality
from its truth

I would stay
then still
invariably
(unheard)
in your ears
to aid you create
A harmony born universe
of here
and
now
as you open and close your eyes
and teach me yogas
I shall not assume
of things and beings
Anymore but be
the one and the only
divine posture of the devi
that shall unite me to you
Eternally

wedding

photo by Alin , Feb 2016
marriage at Vittala temple

Matrika Shakti (inner chatter)

You always say
There is reason

But
Really

It was much BETTER
That way

More comfortable

At
The
Peak

Yeah of course!
it’s a habitual mistake
to compare
but
I mean
as long as there are
Means
to compare

It’s much BETTER
This way

Silent and Selfless
Light and Bodiless

Alas!

Yes Alas

For a moment
Just

Yes
I am weak

Feebleness of my
Mind

Debris
made of desirous
words

Pull me down
Sometimes

Again and again

It is just a throb
You know

Happens
by itself

Like two identical
universes

a tic finding its tac

to
tic tac

a living machine
at the crown

Lines
rise
from
Mines
of
The ocean

Where
we get lost in
or I challenge
Myself
for a lonesome swim
a throb
is a past dream

maddening
or
tranquilizing

pulsation

that sometimes
pulls up

You
[or
It

you are it]

better
surrounder
just

If you know
When you know

cause
They say
The high-pitched
cleanses

the boasting mind?

A primordial
melody

clinks in ears

You can listen to
its whizzz
and
Enjoy the itch

No need to relate to
Let it do its work

As long as you
Choose to
….
?
Look at
a past?

Like to have pain?

Should you wish the past
Manifest itself?

It surely will!

You will then need to objectify
and forget about your true self

To be able to relate to these things
Manifest from the past

So you shall then
Bear the pains
Of your object

Take it or
better just leave it

Choice is yours

And come here
right now

and for all that delusive act
The melodrama
of the self

You can only ask justice
from the divinity
in yourself
for yourself

cause
When the time comes
to enter
The gate

The gate
as you know it

And as you have never known

has always been open
before your eyes
but
What’s left ?
For You

for you
only seeing it now
but drop

drop
This heavy weight
At last
And for good

Yeah
Happens by itself

Clicks just

Like an anchor
And Snaps
And pulls

Up

Like a lover
Catching your hand
before you fall
Down the valley
to your death

a passage
of caves

of rocks

Follow the light
If meant to be

Through craquelures

The great Raja awaits
with a face
which you will
Know

but truth is
neither his message
nor your love story –
transgressing
generations

Truth is the silence
Silence that you can only know
when you experience

Silence
eternally dissolving
of words
and
of you