#alinmay2015
Bloom had a gravid heart last night
She could not relate but meditate with leaves up
Bloom received a thicket from the moon
While she froze in a posture of
‘a gift to be presented to ... but for whom?'
Fitted well in length on both of her parabolic curves
as if a newborn glume
a galaxy made of a wood flower
a heap which once a cycle blossomed
same color as the fragrance of a lover's desire
in a deepest clearing at the heart of hearts
at a holy spot where a ray shone
Just one night falling on one cycle
to awaken a moonflower
She sings the magic wood's tune
to matchmake destined lovers
living in such mirrored cycles
....
The golden bunch which she then gently grasped
until a fist would became its skin and pulsate
in mindful rhythm
reintegrating the nature of nodes within
reanimating the beat from and through the leaves
delivering health to All its unitless dimensions
The nourisher and the rejuvenated
the heart of joy
a flow
to find its way this way
along the equifying particles
on one smiling body
she dreamt of
....
Next morning I got up early
seeing the municipal cars aside
with stacks of healthy roots inside
all to be planted in a day
to grow trees
in front of her little house
and yes she could relate this time
first with bewildered eyes
then with bewildered mind
then with a breathing belly
then with a full heart
she smiled
....
She was a mystery studying facts only
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
Hello Little Prince
Your Eyes Shine
Like Emeralds Of Pines
Your Hair Made Of the Sun
You travel from Star to Star
I draw each day since you are gone
in all color and form - sound and line
for our rejuvenating living particle
made of crystal of truth
I sense you water my lost dream
I the lover the queen of All Darkness
I the lover the goddess of All Light
remain unreachable
reside on both -
of your own making they say
- undying and unborn star
Outside of the two or one
you travel to All the glittering
unknown but remembering
of those starting and ending
to recollect living pieces
of that forgotten dream
as if a scent to remember
from lavender fields
brought by a distant whispering
of a northern sky
to fade away
if you choose not to hear
Your experiences- real - reach as vivid pulse
of a song - a mantra of love
My roots sense to mature wisdom in all tones of Reds
Innocent is my heart longing for your glowing face
the greens of my leaves reflect
the color of the light of our secret seeing
I shall play no more games of extremes
for you to visualize of me other than what I am
I surrender to you fully because I know you have seen
many of rose gardens and touched and smelled and cherished
each one - as vital as the cool mountain stream singing for
me the myth of your love spreading
I shall no more play games other than the truth that connected us inseparably
We gave birth to fertility through the bite not more painful than a thorn on my stem
Our love born of the poison of the serpent that connected us
We travel to be healed and to heal the universe
in our shell as we experience to learn and teach
not a mystery but a technology is love where
I shall see you again beyond the body
I the lover of healing fully flowing on one line
Crossed valleys made of fractals of blessings
My colorless strong hair carrier of red blue yellow and green glitter
on streams reaching the oceanic clearing as the victorious salty jump of a whale
As the Heart purifies its Crystal - We Be One -
Our Home - You - I -. The Rose -
Not the Unreachable - The Dark - None of those Extremes -
but a Rose is I Just like One of the Many Other Ones -
but One Of a Kind on A Tiniest but A Home for Us Planet Under Stars
Us -- The Little Prince - The Rose - bring love to universe - when whoever on planets looks up in pure knowing - to Skies shall sense among all other Stars Skies and Hearts - a Universe made of Glowing Vibrating Expanding Delivering Joy is Divine Love
of the Rose and the Little Prince and the Tiniest Planet made of a living Crystal Heart of Dreams
of the Drawer or of the Reader or of the Dreamer or of You or of I
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
living particles
made of color
hang light
on top of an unknown
mountain
I do not have any space of time to cry
because I maybe miss you
there you stand right in front of me
at a distance that I can see
a clearing made for us is made of us
a stage of well fit grass circling us
you stand strong long hair maybe
a suit resembling iron
a suit that is a part of your being
you a warrior from timeless time
you came to me now
to stand across me
your gaze
that I surrender to
validates each particle
I am composed of
at rest is I innocent
pure balance
of peace and of joy
magnetic is our love
all the static is you
airy converting all the temporary is I
your endless silent gaze is now
our unconditional presence
made of a posture of standing is one
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I won’t ask you why
when my knowing knows
why
beyond stories
I am
an extension
of
unfinished business
answers to
Q&A; s
precipitate
as mind bound realities
on mundane plane
while all stories remain
mutually exclusive
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
I remain
irrespective
of your content
my awareness beyond
questions not
I am indiscriminately open
to all your appearances
and know this
and know that
is of I
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
it creates this
it creates that
to question
if this or that
this wants to beat that
to be one for it
that wants to beat this
to be one for it
it thinks as such
because for it
if this then that not
if that then this not
it thinks as such
not knowing
bearer of that is this
bearer of this is that
both an appearance just
both valid as much
for it to experience
but
it sees not
what is not made of its material
and seeks
what cannot be found
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I precipitates
as he and as she
makes love
to create
echo of a prayer
a synchronous shell
led by desire
one body is I
preserved eternally
outside space time
you can get there from your own light only
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
when I catches of you in I’s mind
at once I converts to a cloud in the sky
because I knows a cloud is no different than you
a basketball bounces to draw the boundaries of a back yard
a bearer space made of sounds of a game
cloud is such a temporary vessel
carrying you’s finiteness
or I’s desire of home coming
distances in between disqualify
exemplifying all I ness outside
you becomes I
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Lost in the dreamiest corridors
of presumptions of love
We play hide and seek somewhere
Hung as a coordinateless terrace
All made of glass
We perpetually follow a fading echo
resonating our halved hearts
The horror movie made of our minds
A game of endless seeking made of defined time
A jarring laughter of fleeing lines
Sweeping long hair before or after an
edged out fold of an elbow
In prison we are
Caught in an incessant illusion of expectation of body mind
we seek a time shell
to become the bath of you’s holy breath
and always to a you we cling on as a superfluous desire
misting the enlightened transparency
reflecting the hues of time blurred gleam
An ever escaping dream I am in and
I am hurt until we shall forget to be the very
not resisting move of a prayer
and so we shall convert to a thoughtless residue of our own light
and so we shall pass bodiless through to the lover or I
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
hihihi
so let’s make him fall in love with her
for fun
so they can play hide and seek
in the endless corridors of their spaceship
where time doesn't exist
All made of a dream
anyone can visit
and listen to the echoes
of a never found love
bouncing back in minds
Imagine
randomly distributed
never settling cycle
dissolving details of cutout silhouettes
resembling maybe a hand
maybe a heel or a skin
always a tip of something fleeing
you name it then
we make it - a classic
always just around the corner
a Fun-set that can easily convert
to a horror movie of one’s mind
It’s a choice really
the hihihi
bewildered eyes indissoluble
Is sche cryin or laugin?
kinda thing
so let’s make him fall in love with her
for fun
so we can see the
hihihi
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
She shaped as she
on top of that one mountain
carrying all waters of the world
with one of her infinite hands
on top of her head
under that night sky
an offering she was or it
to the moon
the carrier of half moon a copper plate
the lover the moon a reflection of herself
inspiring beauty as a shine
she could reach to the non condensed matter
of a planet where you and I come from
pure light of our home to refract the unseen
that could travel as fast as love
to awaken the rainbow
of our combined heart
a rainbow that could appear
on the world after rain
Rain was her true name
she meditated as her name
for you
as you wished for her
to inspire the smells of condensed fume
she evaporated under that moon
Next day
I guess on a Sunday
one day after a sunny bright cool day
I woke up
not opening my eyes
I knew
the sun would be behind the clouds
I knew unmoving how air felt
I did not know why
until questioning stopped
until my choice of unacceptance of
what is -
what I am -
what I created to be for that day -
gave up
for that was not an affordable weight
morning called instead
maybe a gift the greens said
as they got deeper darker in their greenness
to be praised by the clouds
settled as if they have always been on these skies
they always do so arrogant
it’s their nature I say
they are as is required to be
I did not mind
and
it rained
and
it rained
and rained
and rained
and I knew
I was awake
and I knew
I rained
and rained
and rained
I rained
for you
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
*Poetry invalidated paranoia
and made it real within
It was good for some
It was bad for some
It was ‘poetry just’
for some*
the latter did not want to know poetry as such
Nature as poetry
needs no validation
Poetry as nature
needs validation
not for poetry - not for its nature - not for us
but by Us
Us - have shelves
Shelves have reserved space
once unorganized - once unlabeled
Confusion it creates
but Dear
there is no label today
and there never will be
not because we are outta paper
not because those shelves are dusty
Shelves exist not
for nature and its ways
there is not a single name
to be issued to…
and there never will be
all names are us
us a symbol just
make it holy
because
when at now only
we are free
and
We turned the age already
Here we stand
at an empty page
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC