Snowflake

Drawing ink color pencil from 2015 – 31X24cm – Ink,watercolr, pencil,pastel on watercolor paper

 

I have become all love stories for you.

Carrying your ring made of the reflection of your eyes

A unique crystal forevermore
Reserving the soundless sound
Made of its form

With our union
in the heart of all
Victorious is now.

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Like a dream!

Like a tale!
She cherished
Like a dream
I muttered
It’s just real!
He exclaimed

We looked a while more
until a cloud gulped the crest and changed its shape
until the mountains received an expression fitting to a radio ad:
“State of the art stage light technology!”
and marked a line of difference
of heights
of direction
of time
of mood
of changing gloom

An awareness urging to drop
Such identification
down a valley

A valley that manifests now
for that reason only

Facing the west
I said proudly
Confirming where east is
while the sun sets

Only if we were giants!

We could stand then barefeet on edges of these mountains – curves looking like beach rocks

We laughed
The echo
Converted us to giants
😀
Instantaneously

We saw us from times
as once they were covered
by ocean waters
and we picked skyflowers
growing over clouds
Rising the moons and the suns

Wondering
maybe also
Like now
If ours were more real

What if we were
as small as
Eagles are – to our sight – circumferencing skies

Or theirs?

Ours?
Theirs

An unheard echo of a laugh
From inside Lost
in a wild flowing
glacier water
Converted us to
something smaller
and translucent like
a ripple
Ready to play
A float of a fallen-bloom
Like a note
In a symphony
Unchanging

Until the light floated higher
towards a crest
and became a light-pin
of a pin-crest
Pinning soon a gleam
of unseen stars
which determine
Our true size
Now!

Laugh! Laugh!

Only then
‘Like magic!’
he points at a torchlight
from a scarce mountain forest

We both hope they are alright
We both know what it means getting lost on an endless balcony path without a map after sunset

Drama tic tac tic tac tic
Like that sharp mark on rocks
The shadows of extreme lights
Cut rising lights of highs and darks
of bottoms discriminated by mountains and valleys
soon to be dumped in the spook of a mind

How real or unreal is
the existence of such a line?

If it were a tale or a dream
or real

What
remains
incessantly
is the
Unchanging symphony

of all changes
A bird sings

Like a tale!
She cherishes
Like a dream
I mutter
It’s just real!
He exclaims

Holding hands
We become
Word of words
Body of bodies
Sound of sounds
And incessantly remain
In the unchanging Symphony
of all changes

The Wish of the Bride (Duchamp’s)

The story starts with an end

The true shape of the circle
made of his final word
concludes it – and
The knowing
completed my task today with an inner smile
immortalizing
the image of You and I –

A secret now
in the heart of You and I.

He worded that one sentence
– the Key
as a poetic response to our secret conversation from other worlds
and made it hearable here
to me
through a lover’s mouth

before the farewell of the
time-bound

where we embraced
our bodies fully by togetherness in this short but essential period
for the teaching
to be received and delivered

which also prescribed its test afterwards during which he disappeared and I know he wouldn’t have appeared if I have failed the test :
by not understanding the test being a test

because here once you know you shall never fail knowingly.

There is not any wasted time in action (and “no action” is also action )

when you know only the experience is what counts
when you know all experience is for one divine purpose
and act accordingly
there is nothing much to be done in reality

Whatever happens and does not happen
is the same when once painted by thoughts and words governing the senses.
You should be attentive to that – not to be attached and diverted from your divine path -or the truth of the self.

All is known already
once you choose to be the knower
which is a choiceless choice.

The purpose you came here for …
Actualize that purpose
by action and knowledge
functioning together
for this great love

You can’t now loose it for one moment anymore and let yourself be carried away by another wave.
Waves are there and will be
that’s the nature of the manifestation in your perception.

so cherish that as the gift of the experient then you have become it:
all at once
the wave , the experient, the tide
as the one
as the only one
The enjoyer of all
As should be!

Nothing as outside of you
apart from you
but within you

this whole universe.

I have met him after such a heat wave at the door of a cafe across the palace designed to be a crown on his head.

I had a glass of water for the great view and he said I am also going to the temple for flowers
Can I please walk with you
so we walked together first to
where I have already been
For Flowers

then again to
where I have already been-
for … viewing peace side by side

This was an old haveli
the secret one – in the middle of the churning city-
wherein I wanted to be just
to just be
for its silence

and he preyed
He knew how to prey
as if

I smiled to a devotion pulpating the eyes by the gulping of words and looked at him
His youth or an act or …

Looked to see whence the body while such a face . Was it for me?
or for the God or for himself?
Later I understood these 3 were the same
so a yes to all!

and there was more to it
He only knew the God that he preyed to
was himself only when I didn’t know that he knew
so we were connected by such a strange link As an instrument
so that things greater than our bodies and minds could function as they should

although I could conceptualize all these through my underestimated devotion

I experienced this truely only after finding out I too was standing there beside him as an unseperable part
Same as him.

so we have met to solve a mutual issue
as if

Issue I
call it
Maybe you know teachings that give it an appropriate name?
But what is a word?

On my 3rd day before we made our story true and drove through
the night to dance our dance – (He was a dancer)
we met at the stairway of the temple which we both have seen only from the moon.

A dog which I thought I almost knew was leading us
to your abode of light and knowledge

There he prayed again
For me For himself and for the God

Without any second thoughts I followed him at my best

He knew
he knew
who this inner teacher is

I bowed to his thanks
with a thanks

The gesture was a formula
Not for the sake of our perishable shells –
but by means of…

I bowed
for allowing me to tell the teaching
to him
A teaching that became the stairs of the temple and made us climb while at times he stopped to kiss me
I did not really appreciate
on the path of meditation
but then again
It came in small doses like a big joy after pain to my doubting mind.

He was silenced after the visit
walking down hand in hand.
In full confidence
having no expectation
unfolding naturally
what converted to a prayer.

We have set the sun together that day
Because of his wish

heard by the Sun

Do make it true for him if his wish is true
I also preyed for him
A true wish is what should be experienced for the glory of you two
O the Moon and the Sun
without words by two of us
We shall perform it for you.

O venerable teacher
do make such wish of love true only if it is for the glory of you
Because You are for all

And with the manifestation of the shape of my desire in a tale of golden deserts and blue flowers I dived towards the night
in full speed with him.

Only then I received the key:
It could come true if I would turn to
the light of the wind of the night with him
because he wanted this to happen so much so that A flame hidden in the heart could be lit by us

We became the wind that made shapes from this light in a multiverse hiding the true total shape of a crown (hiding from those eyes who cannot see the obvious because of identification with unfulfilled desires nursing themselves by temporary enjoyments through screens)

And Everything happened as it should be.

‘may all your wishes come true’

She sees a wish lantern in the sky
a cloud crosses
it disappears
reappears
winks
and speaks

“Hi
I am here
for you!
.
You the boldness on the path of heart
You the ace who sees me
You the gaze who creates me
.
Your wish is my command
wish me a wish of love
whatever you wish
shall become true
so we flourish equally
as your love appears to you
I’ll be a real star
that hangs in the sky”

“I wish you become a real star”
she says
and smiles
“Isn’t that such a good one as love?!?”

The wish light murmurs pitifully
“you should wish a wish
for a love in your heart
only then I can become a star”

“I wish then the love wish of the one in my heart be true”
and smiles
“Isn’t that such good one as love!?!”

“So be it then”  the lantern says
“Your wish will be granted
the moment  you look high up
find a place for me to alight
so I can eternally be a light
in the sky
you can only wish though one wish
and you can’t take it back when once wished
is this your wish?”

Before she can reply or look up
a sudden fierce breeze
as if summer
blows the leaves
along the bushes

a  scary “red Foxjinn” jumps out
dances madly
standing straight like a human

with one feet on one world
and another feet on another world
stretches his hands
and shows her a transparent oracle ball
made of her lover’s heart
presenting all truth there is inside

“Beware of what you wish for!” it says
“Here!
Do you see!
The one in your heart
has already grown up
fully devoted for another”

“Aurora is her name :
a true love with one sacred green eye
She makes his heart burn
like flameless fire
his fire creates magical desire
full of passion
you can see them make love in northern sky”

“but
if you wish a wish for me first
that I shall be served
as the king of the two worlds
eternally
respectfully
with festive meals
daily
I can reset the story
in my hand
and he –
he can be all yours
only”

She frowns
looks down
gets saddened
a teardrop falls
evaporates
vapor covers her face
as her cheeks  heat up

‘the  trickster!’ she says
angrily
she is very angry
so angry that
‘Oh beware of my fury!’
she expands the volume of the
-just sparkled by the tiny irritation of the unrighteousness-
like a firework
and  erupts:
“I wish you become the dawdler-king wishing love to everyone until you truly learn love”

that moment
the creature stumbles
slips on one foot
and lands with both
onto her world
transforms
to a faceless beggar
living in the dark only

She looks up at skies
sees the slowly disappearing wish light:

“Oh the bright light
I already have my part
I have got what I have
and don’t want what I cannot have
I saw you once
spoke to you
I know now that all love can come true
only when I know to wish true
let  the love wish
of the one in my heart come true
and shine through’’

A beggar in the deep dark whispers
‘may all your wishes come true’

the wish light disappears that moment
‘maybe another cloud’ she wonders
a street ad appears
cuts her way
until she sees the written
‘the skies are yours!’

She looks up
beyond above the giant board
and sees a twinkling star
alight in the sky.

A tale by Alin Diraduryan
23 Jan 2015
for a dawdler-king
based on a true story –
I am grateful to little miracles that teaches us daily and which we desire and dare to see