Before I open my eyes

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Nora, the world squatter - squatting the world with the light of I
 postcard  for Nora doing the Mālāsana

This pleasantness
This fullness
Before I wake up
Before I open my eyes
to one of the worlds of awakes
in which I with my body
resides

This pleasantness
This fullness

This joy
to embrace you
all
and move
move
and fly
Fly

reveal plain

Love
only love

as I dive in
to the lights

of knowledge

I learn

selfless
non-attached
full of youth
and all that
I passed to

to a child
now

new born

in her dreaming smile
I see

You me

Little supreme Spanda
smiling like Siva
when she sleeps

I dream of or am awake

This pleasantness
This fullness
before I opened my eyes
now

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Stay Stay this time!

If it would be up to me
I would be facing now

Rocks

Cool elegance
formed by the flexuous splash
Wild is the temper belonging
to the change of the impending season
the bleak-dark growing deep inside
A passion higher than the unreaching
tangent of a sharp urge unable to cut
by a smoothing of a creamy surface
Opaque by nature
hiding explosions inside
Bearing mysteries of the swallowed sounds
of seasons

Seasons of all the knowing
Covered by …as if
the fabric of the unknowing
of the autumn waves
of the sea that grew teardrops
Washed away at once
by a fierce Splash
Shifting the mind
as the slapped face of the shores lamenting
remerge
Covered with its courageous green
A regenerating variant elongating savor
to the nose coloring the mind
by the help of a long Forgotten
rush of the algae unseen
diffusing Joy
drifting the rhythm
of a piano of a Turkish contemporary
unlikely to be heard through this maddening
storm where I am standing tall at the edge
In perfect effortless balance
Saluting the gusting and the turbulent
of all sides encircling to provide
the stillness of a home at hearts
As they used to do

O
My friends
Stay Stay this time!
As if a song
flourishing
the smile inside
As I used to do
gestureless
and they would see

But I will need to cross soon
the horizon approaching
Vertical
I only came to see you
One more time
embrace you
the last time
walk with you
through the bazaars and bridges

Our memories trapped in tidal fluctuation
Spanning generations over the Bosphorous
traces of dolphins patiently carrying
holding on to the edges
of old fishing boats
Wood hardly bearing
these ashes made of stars
Waiting to be born again
by my one look into the water
like the first one
A cry of eternity
and Today
I am heading home already
crossing this place only
where you brewed me to love
in this old drawing of truth
plainly framed
hanging
on this play
for a farewell

Ashes to alight to the sky
sculpting the light of poetic alignment
of you and I
in the eyes of the loving

A deliverance of Enjoyment of the being
Shall be my duty says a passerby carrying
The matchmaker’s match for all
Until the final journey
where I shall eternally Stay
Stay this time
but
I am heading home now
I only came here to set you free

One with the self

Once
Once
Oh only Once

Tuning in …

Truth
Truth

Truth
of
the
self

Speechless

is this knowledge
All knowledge

Abiding

Light of the self

not a word
not a breath

to pause for

nor a body
in truth

Has this body
ever been
other than the
lines encapsulating

Shape of
a moment

of an embrace

of this uninterrupted dance

made visible
a while

for which
by which
and as which

We dance

Dance!

Dance
of life!

Evolving

its immaculate
infinite sided crystal

like the germ of an
ethereal flower

delight of knowledge
within

Move!
Move as if

as if

so these subtleties
become
sentient

by the steering
of your grace

Awareness

of oneness
of temporality
or of the form of you

like the child
caressed

One with the self

I wished for a candy and he appeared to offer me one and I took it

Our deliverance is always mutual
O dear one
There are no love words to love
this unspoken receipt is
only through a dance
A dance of embrace

which we rest
on

For
what is known
Is

and
For
Is

There is not an other

Not a mind that interferes
or somehow understands
There are no means
or all means is not other
than I
or of the truth of the self

***
silence
within action
is through action
Only

Do Stay firm thus

Maybe you’re just a star in the game
Reflecting to reserve a twinkle
for an eye
Activating one of a lover’s kind of gaze
Gifted from a sky
Inspired
by one needle tip size of a shine
Of this effortless
Posture
of resolution

of the known
Deep within
….

the title is based on a true story inspired by a chat with
a traveller from Jordan and
Stay firm he said
and I kept it
all the way on my mind
a word of blessing
a taste of knowing and trust

 

 

Nityam

the holy sand from holy lands somewhere in the multiverse brought by us accompanied by cows and rainbows as we do yoga sinking golden droplets of sun on horizons to bless and adorn as dawns on lands of parallel universes all of which we watched sitting at a beach on our yoga mats sipping the ambrosia of all tastes resembling a dance of romance of a summer spirit that starts and ends fitting to two marking rays both celebrated by the sun unquestioning but in full awareness of burgeoning of a rhythm of breath driven by grace  we are the players of this video game appearing here and there the travelers of Satya crossing time teaching timelessness.

for a dear friend and an amazing mind endlessly supporting me  – 🙂
Nityam means Always 
title here is inspired by the word  ‘tasyaopalabdhih’   – I read it after writing these words as if the answer universe gave me in one word combining all the above words.  Inspiring and Inspired such are these cows! :)x

 

 

euphony

Your lines
so true
as if
veins
ready
to circulate
an ethereal dance
that proliferates
to a universe
made of this
dance

Let me touch you
to draw a yoga
of you and I
on a far or near star
an illuminating dot
made of my touch points
like the closing and opening
of your eye

inspired by a drawing of a good friend
spiced with our discussions on liberal polytheism
https://soundcloud.com/dnalumuland/stoned_valley-mp3

Embrace

And she opens her arms
to the sides

Dances
with the coronary

ethereal flowers

ambrosial to the heart

A mimic
inviolable

In the same frequency

of the touch
of the lotus

encircling
my waist

one body
Divine

an indispensable
Lucid trace
to a mind pure

A volatile image of the
universe
in the universe
as the universe

and
almost always there
to be dispersed
like condensed vapor
for the enlightenment
of the other – unaware
of the truth of the self

Rising
from the crest

light of I
the only reason of I
My love dancing
now