It shines by and to the sides of my eyes but only until I’d look up to see it Fully
It has never been there maybe!
or is it its nature to just disappear when and because I look up ?
or are we playing a game of kika boo to test a rhyming faith?
which could become a melody to the lines of darkness uncloaking us
once or thrice does not seem matter to the form of my observation
sheltering in a multicolored ice
Catch this subtle point of luminosity Now ! - If you can
and once you have it Set it free or Stay there as if meditating on headstand and clear your mind
before night diffuses into light and shines through a crystal with a hidden star inside
I cannot prove If eyes are not be made of its material and only a deluded mind -Alas ! questions
such useless doubt of difference of the other by the other about the other
And the other always and only drowning in the corridors of beliefs and thought-constructs
but Is it not pointless Trying to catch a star Camouflaged in daylight ? ... and sometimes recklessly at the tip of my nose makes me giggle just as if a **** tickle at a mystic corner on a lover’s lip longing for its kiss variant
then I look down again Tired of the silly mind game Just to feel it by my side A sweet friend A sweet love Made of my trust Only appears to the side of my eyes So what! A needle tip sized glitter sourceless Living only in the reflection of the reflection of a night sky Shining on my window behind which I hide now
I am full of you There is no measure of a day not a touch apart radiating your glare within me is this universe Emanating the same universe submerged in its peace It always is now I am Bliss can only shine and can shine only To a universe This universe My light of my love of you in I and I Made of your love I haven't even moved once Never have I lost my memory Full is my experience Same same! Always same of you unbound of time As it has always been of which has never ended or started
I feel naked when I look at the moon today Why ? Why ? What is there to hide? and are we really so far? Such a destitute gaze alight to sky Glaring with its brittle skin Under which she knows I hides as a drifter beloved Always lured by the world’s tides
inspired by a lecture I heard by Swami Rama of Himalayas that humans do not necessarily need to be controlled by "phases of the moon" like animals.
she helplessly cried full of me for the first time
Teardrops of the other by the other Not to impress or annoy
the canvas of the truth of I remained untouched
but this uttermost cry was maybe a cheek warming Silent expression just
in the conscious presence of both
embraced by both
Goodbye to this roof that welcomed our dreams… Goodbye to this roof that accommodated our flows cries highs ties pies spies allies skies I s Eyes Aiaiai s ….
All of her dramatized stories that agonize are to be capsized to emphasize - harmonize - energize so that I s are re centralized re authorized along the curly hum For the game! like the newborn tree growing inside of me now of Me ?
I need not much of these anymore
and such are all things that gave breath to us : the in/sentient courageously left behind for a cry that bore generations and such is her’s now
A means that helped me grow towards this no thing thing
But you… …?
An immortalized posture of a shoulder shrug!
Nothing more and nothing less
You - as love apart but still with me
by each one of my shoulder shrugs like the nameless sage of shoulder shrugs
In the western ‘who cares’ style…. We are so good at that! So …
Be proud just! to be commemorated as such
I will Never pick a wildflower again to place in my beloved vase I did it only twice Shamefully Watching the truth die Instantaneously and no we do not like duality But there will NOT be a third time for such sad action You have my word on that
I walk now alone content with a song of a bird welcoming my accord
Carrying your light in my heart Plainness is my courage I know you now
Your love rains beads of truth shaping words of peace that I read incessantly as us
knowing my duty I go go now
Taking nothing Needing nothing Leaving all Things and Insightful of no things
I am you With you Listening Just to these final immaculate droplets of hers before she willingly dies
experimental, theatrical ... needs to be performed - :)