Peekaboo 

Truth is transparent
You may use the eyes but
you will only see with your heart

Image: sketch of my niece playing peekaboo with me

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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.

if you wish for snow

all that you touch
delicacy
of your own
like a flower
all that you see
indifferent
not other

you are everywhere
willingly confined
by a blue green line
that brought me back
sometime
and this body
for a while

O the expanding
the dance divine
and I shall stay
for the play
for it is
rising
rising

O the lover
pervader of all experience
rooted by free will
things move
move as if
your seat
unchanging

is knowledge
flashing forth

this
thing
things

and that’s why
if you wish

if you wish for snow
it shall snow

synchronously

at places
where it snows

holy is that
soulful touch

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

You and I

You and I cannot meet yet
As long as we are reduced to a yet
These are kancukas

Our longing shall arise suns
For which I will wake up
and be with you
As two bodies apart
You and I cannot touch again
Should stay so
As long as we are reduced to an again
These are kanchukas
You already knew
I know it now too
Having seen the truth
Yet
I may still
miss you
Sometimes
I say

And then again
Knowingly
Reattempting
Scenarios of human ignorance
under the veil of the
Habitual Play of sankoca
and as long as things are So
reduced
to a measure of a thing of the mind
You and I will be apart

The last time
in this time
of impurity
Where we have chosen to be
As we have chosen to be
same time
Not randomly
But perfectly
in our chosen body

I will paint skies
as you by my heart
simultaneously make love As such
for the arousal of all
Again and again
by your love I remain

You and I is eternity
We came here the last time
AND I will melt time this time to never
to never sever from you again

Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
you are free of bondage
Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
as Always selfless we stay
in all cities of life
I sense where I should

We are mere reflections
of the last Veda
and the first

The one
The only one
the one that has always been
and cannot be read
by eyes seeing only
gross words

because you and I
my love is the key

One sound
One heart
Never apart

Naada (inner sound)

I tuned in to the lines
and met your smile
again
and again
in my eyes

Subtly embracing now
this gift
of the self

an ecstasy that is no fantasy
when the heart is open

your waves emerge
an immanent melody
that floats along
to draw me
a body

I stay so
In divine precision
inseparably

and
I move

I move

the immovable

The face of
true desire

the seed

from me
to
you

but
in truth
there is no
transmission
no receipt

between
what unchangeably is

Ours is
just a play or
a sport
about a secret

never unfolding
always open

the grace
of once lovemaking stays
along various waves
absorbs me in plays
of this chamberless place

for the world
or the universe
or for your eyes invisibly drawing
or for truth

I am nude

Unhiding

Timeless
in Gapless skin

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photo by Alin , 2016
Elephant Stable ceiling detail

ideally reversible equation of Rose Mantra

yoga = union
this post is about
the logic of the Mantra of a Rose (my previous post)

explained using variables for action and fruit from my personal story.

I do yoga (action)
receive (gift) a rose (fruit) from my yoga teacher

I make a drawing of that most beautiful rose (action)
and gift it to my yoga teacher (recycle the fruit heartily) on the same day that I decide (from my heart) to gift the goods of my last yoga exercise of the year (a namaste) to all that I have had a connection in any type of way until this time knowing all things and beings have been the reason of my growth that brings about  this enlightening wish

at the end of the exercise I receive a mantra from the teacher (a purifying exercise ) that tells :
choose the very first words for yourself as a gift that is most a blessing and is for you. (my wish is being recycled here)
The words come to me in Two Letters as one word –  gifted to me by a friendly comment of an author  becomes now a gift for all (union without the exclusion of the separate self (as Rupert Spira explains it))


this is an equation of a union of pure data to me – it is all the same data science – yoga science as you peel the layers slowly and as you approach to the core of things…. truth is one