You are not from this time
I am not from this place
but if time would be place
I would sit across you again
on a lucid carpet and play the games
like a maze
born from your smile
and assigned to me
as yogas
‘for the Play!’
as you would always say
If time would be place
I would become the dance –
particles mingling you to me
we would pass through each other
and heave this universe
just as I have become the light reflection
shining reverse in your pupil
one of on that vase which you've always observed
unmoving
and
without any prejudgment
analyzing breathless what it really is
maybe not so much different than the self
learning the essence from the self
without words
true knowledge remains in the body of experience only
like a mantra
*what makes the eye is what sees the eye
the key is well preserved Timelessly in love*
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Just as I know moments your thoughts connect to me
Just as I can become your skin again and again
experience this world through your breath
and teach your hunger a lesson
It does not help hiding you through my psoas
if I press the big toes and as the diaphragm falls
these muscles wherein you hide stretch
and O dear one
subtle is the skin we share
through which fingers can pass
not dense – not dense at all!
like any universe born and witnessed by inspiration
and like a sea-squirt I can then digest anything that is past tense
and that’s exactly how I became a raven today
balancing on the thinnest and highest branch of a maple
even a sparrow wouldn't dare
but the gaze of inspiration
Only to see your form one more time
Standing there at the window from a past
Watching the park
You know
It is needless to ask
How
It is not the mind that can answer
neither waves of any sort
Yes you already know
You
immersed in an unmoving gaze
For generations
At different places
In different bodies
Having monumentalized the eagle’s eye
Should know!
because
Immeasurable remains the thingless to things
and Inspiration as it were