#lalin
Enthralled by the lunar glow’s allure
Blindly treading the path I would endure
Stubbornly pressed on, heedless of the toll
Ignoring the cracks within my weary soul
As I draw closer, happiness and solace unfurl
Yet my touch, ignites the flames that wildly swirl
Burning yet I cling, despite the searing pain
I stand my ground holding you in my embrace
To my surprise, you pushed me away,
Leaving me adrift, lost in disarray.
Unaware, I’m falling into the void
Desperately clinging to the shadows
Was I naive, to have pushed so far?
Do I regret the burns and the scars?
With tears and a smile, I raise my fist,
"I would do it for you” as I fall in to the abyss
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 10:18 AM UTC
What is a day when you wake up in meditation
this body is inseparable from this light
and the mellowly blowing signless flag
singing only to one side
and the brown edge
beckoning
nothing else than its edgeness
Skin having already freed itself from the weight bearing traces of the dust of my mind
capturing smooth
the light –
melting differences over the bumpless
recalling velvety longing
not for the sake of the material but
Saluting
the freedom that has once recorded this twin light
long ago
on such surface
for its manifestation
…
bringing awareness about the tempter
on senses
and again imploding its imaginary cavities
on the touchless curves of a sofa
newly displaying the angle of
its wooden edge
drawing a perfect eighty five degree Invisible line
in space
towards the webless corner -just noticed-
where the eye gets relieved by its neatness
and relaxes
becoming the point of a trivalent stillness
This – the edgy- is a sister of these Sofa legs
Four in all
implying itself as a sexiest part of its couch –
couch of a type – as it says
owning each other
now
Like body and sense
in one posture
and in its remembered object name
and maybe ready to unfold memories Alas
if there would be openness to listen
or if I were what it could allure me to be for its charm
but No – it says nothing this time
mending time through fractals of its becoming my spaceless space
with the old radio set aside
never playing more than its silent tunes for those skaters in an etching of an ancient landscape hanging on the wall above since …
since before the internet age
showcasing a memory that nobody knows and can see or hear but smell maybe
beside a winter blossom
flourishing its inspiration
not understanding each other but requiring the same attention as my body does
or as the realization of a thought that I could not run up that hill as fast as that dog –
a dog being observed behind a glass and I am unsure if this observation could have effect on the style it puts to the run
or if my observation is being observed and that may be a reason of its action as such
as if it does so to show off – Really!
unknowing to who or what
and then again still …
AaaaaW !!!! Shut up!
No no no ! I should stop now
what may make a catch less of a catch
putting things of importance of a day on a scale of indifference
and then again what is this nosy urge
unallowing
interfering
asking for order!?!
It is a play.
See ?!
even if you like it or not
I am in and such is
You yOU YoU
A play as true as the one watching
Same actually –
Same as the one watching
Watching or steeped in
Space in Space
and/or
No Space
and/or
non of these Things
nonetheless
A day remains
Unending
as the mind fades to embrace
Wordless
*Like the day
rainbows are manifesting
from the heart of this inspiration*
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
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*
---
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
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day a hundred day
99 th of which has already been**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day a hundred day
one left already pending**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**and still a day
but now even
less than a day
and still a day**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day which has never been
so much of a day!**
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
When it comes to forgiveness
In truth there is not a single body
to be forgiven except for your own
Let go of that self with an inner smile
Let these subtle flocculation dissolve in the pipelines
By inner knowledge
and flow Down the back
drawing the borders of the levator scapulae
On Both sides of the neck
where both lines shall meet to run down
through the gutter of the cervical curve
A clearing and space created for it by compassion and
Skin Replaced by the regenerated cells of the mind purified
And that pseudo-self delivered from the sacrum to the ***** of mother earth
with a truthful farewell.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
If it would be up to me
I would be facing now
...
Rocks
Cool elegance
formed by the flexuous splash
Wild is the temper belonging
to the change of the impending season
the bleak-dark growing deep inside
A passion higher than the unreaching
tangent of a sharp urge unable to cut
by a smoothing of a creamy surface
Opaque by nature
hiding explosions inside
Bearing mysteries of the swallowed sounds
of seasons
Seasons of all the knowing
Covered by ...as if
the fabric of the unknowing
of the autumn waves
of the sea that grew teardrops
Washed away at once
by a fierce Splash
Shifting the mind
as the slapped face of the shores lamenting
remerge
Covered with its courageous green
A regenerating variant elongating savor
to the nose coloring the mind
by the help of a long Forgotten
rush of the algae unseen
diffusing Joy
drifting the rhythm
of a piano of a Turkish contemporary
unlikely to be heard through this maddening
storm where I am standing tall at the edge
In perfect effortless balance
Saluting the gusting and the turbulent
of all sides encircling to provide
the stillness of a home at hearts
As they used to do
O
My friends
Stay Stay this time!
As if a song
flourishing
the smile inside
As I used to do
gestureless
and they would see
But I will need to cross soon
the horizon approaching
Vertical
I only came to see you
One more time
embrace you
the last time
walk with you
through the bazaars and bridges
Our memories trapped in tidal fluctuation
Spanning generations over the Bosphorous
traces of dolphins patiently carrying
holding on to the edges
of old fishing boats
Wood hardly bearing
these ashes made of stars
Waiting to be born again
by my one look into the water
like the first one
A cry of eternity
and Today
I am heading home already
crossing this place only
where you brewed me to love
in this old drawing of truth
plainly framed
hanging
on this play
for a farewell
Ashes to alight to the sky
sculpting the light of poetic alignment
of you and I
in the eyes of the loving
A deliverance of Enjoyment of the being
Shall be my duty says a passerby carrying
The matchmaker's match for all
Until the final journey
where I shall eternally Stay
Stay this time
but
I am heading home now
I only came here to set you free
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
Like jewels he said
Unknowing
I kept these last two
like jewels
The unchanging gift
of the grandeur tree
Aging
through the
unchanging change
of the seasons…
in the garden of tales
with Roses
A cherry tree
An owl
A weasel
A pomegranate tree
A well
A frog
An apple and a plum tree
A snake and an urchin
and the peculiar birds in a row:
A laughing bird
A singing bird
A napping bird
A rushing bird and
A guarding bird
The last one also
gives them many changing tasks
using verbs
and they become many
also disappear sometimes
as if there hasn’t been any
And of course
The bees!
Spiders too
strange insects too
Sometimes
A cat passes
not always!
changing its shape and color
each time it passes
I know
it is the cat
Sometimes people visit
Not always
changing the place
of the fireplace
by the season
from outsides
to insides and then again
from insides to outsides
And an an orphan dog
abandoned there
by one of such people
that he trusted
and if there would be a chance
He would trust again
He is always there nowadays
Alone mostly
sheltering
in my shadow
and Only he knows
where I have been hiding
In the shadows of the shadows
which also stays
Even though
Leaves change
Branches change
Creatures change
And
will stay
As long as he is there
Looking for love
cause My shadow
made of
a heart
of dreaming him like a jewel
from beyond a far far Land –
Shadowless
Now
*Our secret is your secret
Our secret is my secret
your secret and my secret is
Our secret*
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
imagine a kite today
that becomes visible
only because
you’ve imagined it
imagine a kite today
that will be seen
in all colors
made of
the rainbows
of the eyes
of the loving
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
Once
Once
Oh only Once
...
Tuning in...
...
Truth
Truth
...
Truth
of
the
self
...
Speechless
is this knowledge
All knowledge
Abiding
Light of the self
...
not a word
not a breath
to pause for
nor a body
in truth
...
Has this body
ever been
other than the
lines encapsulating
...
Shape of
a moment
of an embrace
of this uninterrupted dance
made visible
a while
for which
by which
and as which
We dance
...
Dance!
Dance
of life!
Evolving
its immaculate
infinite sided crystal
like the germ of an
ethereal flower
delight of knowledge
within
...
Move!
Move as if
as if
so these subtleties
become
sentient
by the steering
of your grace
...
Awareness
of oneness
of temporality
or of the form of you
like the child caressed
One with the self
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
The sun shines
Skin becomes light
drawing shoulders
towards the earth
straight
dashing lines
Pull
gracefully
One part down
towards the red
One part up
towards the blue
straightening the neck
Fronts well aligned
with the back
While a lift
of this healthy tension
spans
from the middle
out of the hips
Joints know well
How to turn
and sink the distal
fronting a bliss
that welcomes in
a thrill
towards which I remain sober
as the music
softly fills
this temporary
Summer like air
I listen to that all
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
the holy sand from holy lands somewhere in the multiverse brought by us accompanied by cows and rainbows as we do yoga sinking golden droplets of sun on horizons to bless and adorn as dawns on lands of parallel universes all of which we watched sitting at a beach on our yoga mats sipping the ambrosia of all tastes resembling a dance of romance of a summer spirit that starts and ends fitting to two marking rays both celebrated by the sun unquestioning but in full awareness of burgeoning of a rhythm of breath driven by grace we are the players of this video game appearing here and there the travelers of Satya crossing time teaching timelessness.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
Who is this beauty!
Who is this lover!
experiencing
this body with me
today!
through your eye
I can travel
landscapes
of
a
long
missed
embrace
like rays
dilating
towards an
amaranthine Crest
along which She dances
in the arms
of
his ecstasy
that
whirls
and whirls
dissolving double
rainbows
into
the
light
of becoming
One
Body
Oh for love only
and for love only
such an
effortless
stance
unmovedly
elongates
along three worlds
which I peacefully watch
(now)
with a mudra
**mudra
of
a smile**
.
.
.
*….
but AA YEA!)*
*That’s
my Cheshire cat smile :)*
*balancing
universes
in me
with your aura *
*
pervading my skin
for
such smile
can only be kindled
by your distant
touch of love*
*color of the heart
to lift me
to a knowledge
unspeakable
unpronounceable
*
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 5:59 AM UTC
Deja vu
of Deja vu!
*Activated by a reading
about some voluntary
and involuntary ...
and an awareness
about it...*
Questioning still your role:
as something
slipped through
the cracks of clouds
whose unknowing
is helplessly known
and as synchronicity of love
slowly oozes to disappear
now
for good
and unfolds my soul ****
to the last remains
of my desire for you
in shapes of
as if … etched on aether
May these be an aerial view
of ancient landscapes without history
drawn by primordial eyes
A simultaneous action
engulfing
Karma
as white blood cells would
do to an invading agent
and digest to purify it
as a source of themselves
or like Martian waterways
as a mirror
adequate for life improbable
for unchanging minds
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
*Your lines
so true
as if
veins
ready
to circulate
an ethereal dance
that proliferates
to a universe
made of this
dance
Let me touch you
to draw a yoga
of you and I
on a far or near star
an illuminating
dot
made of
my touch points
like the
closing and opening
of your
eye*
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
And she opens her arms
to the sides
Dances
with the coronary
ethereal flowers
ambrosial to the heart
A mimic
inviolable
In the same frequency
of the touch
of the lotus
encircling
my waist
one body
Divine
an indispensable
Lucid trace
to a mind pure
A volatile image of the
universe
in the universe
as the universe
and
almost always there
to be dispersed
like condensed vapor
for the enlightenment
of the other - unaware
of the truth of the self
Rising
from the crest
light of I
the only reason of I
My love dancing
now
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
when we are
so well
Aligned
This transparency…
Everything
That can
ever be known
in the smiling awareness
of the unknown
kidding
the mind - (...like the one busy with western psychology etc.!)
The revealed
...now
in silence
in silence only
always now
in your light
by your light
as a basis
holding
tissues
intact
not needing
the outer edges
of a skin
so as to be called a beauty-queen
A goddess
A goddess just
in the shape of a universe
and not
the universe
knowing beyond the the
or
a god
a god just
Yes just
Simple as that
We are
Both the same"
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
I have never seen such a star before!
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
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
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
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
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
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
I said goodbye
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 ?
me again?!?
but
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
and You
You ?
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 …
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
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
I wonder so much
What kind of talk that was
held in secrecy
The one shared with him only
He knows that ‘I OF SHE’ knows
But not me!
It could have only been me instead
and the ‘EYE OF SHE’...
Knowing now
EYE OF SHE is me
or ‘I OF SHE’ is EYE OF SHE
And I and EYE and SHE are all the same
So all are me
or something like me
In essence ...of course
In essence...only
where
‘I am’
is same as
‘I is’
(this is not always the case)
but He
He also knows
even before me!
and maybe even
even his friends know!
And still and not yet I /
Yes I also suspect that
It is a possibility
A collaboration
says
‘For a divine reason’
presumably
But am I a conscious part of that collaboration?
Has that reason already been shared with me?
I mean the Me me me ?
Has that already been pronounced openly
that time...while in secrecy?
I wonder that ...
And yes
And still not I
Not yet
but
At least this part is clear now
Clear enough to be confirmed as such
But Why?
Why on earth
did she choose for him
and not me?
I know there must be a reason
I know she does not make mistakes
But I only also hope now that
she does not really make mistakes
Or does she?
Or can she?
So I wonder
Wonder still
And so much
What kind of talk that was
Held in secrecy
The one shared with him only
And why
Why on earth
did she choose for him
and not me
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
O sappy daffy incongruous frog
Waiting for a beauty queen
to be kissed by
to turn to a prince in your dream
You want some lessons
on art?
You want some lessons
on art?
then come to me
For ye it’s gonna be for free!
Oh come to me
I can teach you how to read
Poetry
in manners that are non-slurpy
and slimy
As your automatic long tongue
I be a friend and a lover and a teacher
For the manifesto of our Love
We’ll read as loud as we can with our combined reptilian heart
Let’s shout until we silence
Let’s shout until we can be heard
as and by and for the silence of the spirit
Without defining
Gentleness
to be assigned to any poetry
Let’s trespass these fake borders
of the image of our predefined
Body
in our
As boring as can be
shells
made of the phrase
Only clever birds sing it as:
“This has been done already”
before
Your shout would silence
My Palpating heart
Please do not misunderstand my
Love word
and traditionalize
As mushrooms grow
Under rotten
Floors
Of urban flats
or lies
Like
La la la lies
and pathetize
Yes Pathetize
my words
Without understanding what they’d truly mean
When words
Combine to a phrase with the spirit
Truth shouts
but not the cynic
Like a poisonous
Venomic-Tonic
Made of the scared sound of your blood
which should have instead been sacred
by the earnest of our lovership
and
Without any of your definitions of poetic
You shout
You shout like politics
Which is meaningless
For true ears
A defined silence
has no power to trespass
Boundaries of conditioned
aesthetics of your
Learned poetry
Let's dare to read love now
As plain and clear and straight
As can the truth of hearts be
without the need of any gelatinous stickers
or the chess board tattooed
Along the skin softness of
our sitting bones
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I used to know a lemon tree
Standing alone
at the backyard of the gardens
beneath where a dear friend
flourished green plums
yearly
We got to know each other
On a moment
not so many hours left
to sunset
Maybe it was after some lunch and an afternoon nap
against such rules not even once I protest
maintaining to be happy
with whatever comes to me
Yeah
whatever comes to me
to sustain
a peace appropriate to my role
in the family
Ah yes
my friends
still were there
...
Maybe a hidden cover of a candy
maybe a play of a shadow here and there
Where at other times other creatures
would play
...
A scary probability!
to wipe away for now
but not erase ‘the’-
‘Why would they hide themselves
In the corners of darkness?’
something to still discover later
while I used the time
to play secretly in a bed
where finally sleep could nurture me
always on the same set time
of the schoolless afternoons
of another summer holiday
One day after my nap or duty
and before dinner
when I was again
free
An idea struck me :
to try to climb
these very steep
perfectly squared
brick Stairs
to see
to which unknowing worlds it would lead me
from this far beneath
I always sense their bubbly trans
and the time has arrived
now
to test
that outguessed:
a beauty that
has already been preserved
into the shine
of the green plums
that gave it an existential strength
One of the many of my recording devices
For you never know in case times
If if
I would like to watch the same
as it has shaped itself
in my heart
Again
I would look then
to the shine
on specific time
and retrieve these worlds
back to me
“Oh my dear friend your greens make me laugh again and no one can hear that
but you!”
“So I will go now to these secret worlds and No
I am not afraid
It is an important task
First
To prove I am not afraid”
“Mom is still busy
And until the time I will be back
already”
I knew
The reality of these worlds
could be
dream-breakingly different than the bubbly
Belonged to the neighbors’ gardens
where I was not really supposed to be
but yeah as said
all grown ups were busy
at that time of the day
No one could see me
And so
I could peacefully talk to the not talking ones
before they could interfere us
and before I would need to reply them politely
so I went far up
and up up
and there I met this lemon tree
It was not big
Just a little bigger then me
These bizarrely straight leaves
are almost bluer than greens
Blue-greens
although they look green
Shaped so ordinary
like a drawing of someone
who could only make a straight line
Too ordinary to be ordinary
That’s what I saw first
And that’s why I saw it maybe
I used to draw a lemon tree
kindly blown by the blue
of the wind
My visits matching
Towards the end of the days
was set open
Preserving a secrecy
maybe about giving her a company
A presence towards which she
always remained indifferent
Maybe about
Getting to know us or me better
By slowly understanding
why she felt so gloomy
And what feeling so
meant
She was at a place where she was not supposed to be
Not knowing
Why she would never be able to grow fully
Lonely but respectful still
To the peculiarity I assigned to her
Her indifference
diffused into
That wind
defining a gloom of the day
would remain
Between us
until this day
to make me wonder
and to make
her
A bold memory
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
Pure desire is what shaped this body
Pure desire is what healed this finger I burnt yesterday
instantaneously with just one mantra
so that I can write my love word to you
Pure desire is what I am
And will be
for one of your touch
And shall stay so
always near
or from far away
with whoever you wish to be
Feeling you this way
Is my joy
I shall gift as love
And sprinkle to universe
Knowing you are I
Wishing you gift
This passion
To enlighten and rise
Humanity to a level
That they truly are
And should be
The highest
Of gods
And goddesses
Let’s touch them
With pure love
Let them be free
Free oh free
Peace to three worlds
Of hearts
Let them make love
And stay free
No matter what forms
you choose to assume
Which life stories
you get involved in
I only know you as I know myself
When every morning
I open my eyes
Rested or tired
in dim lights
By one of your call
Of my name in your
Mind
I shall awaken
And kiss you
as if you are by my side
In serene silence
Listen to the dawn-welcomers
and know your heart is with me
Just as today
Just as yesterday
Just as now
You have no names for me
All names are you
Your name equals to all names
I shall always remain
After and before a touch
As one language
Of pure desire for you
Pure desire is what enlightens my path
To give birth to you by my breath
And make love to you in human form
Pure desire is what keeps me long
for the eternal day in shapeless form
I’ll stay in one posture of our love
Of you and I
Once my duty as a beloved
Is completed
On this world
For you
And
for you
And
for you
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
I was already born in love with you
A body shaped for your love
A love that a body cannot hold alone
I was born in love with you
and with you
A You that I have studied from the start of times that made me Me
and You
I was already born in love with you
Knowing such love cannot only be reserved for an I apart
but for the variegated forms of you as I
all as the universe a truth
And that’s how
And that’s why
I have shaped
By one of your
Word
By one of your loving
Touch
As I have shaped
for you
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC