The spirit outside the window of her eyes knocked at her lips, a fluttered sigh, a cloud of smoke. She rose. Buttons of her soul fell. Scattered. Naked. She ran. The spirit knocked. Knocked again. She sent her smile to heaven. Searching the cure, the moon gazed at her. A grey palpable world invaded her nude spirit. The spirit did not knock. It now fed winter to the buttons. And she sighed again. Her voice coiled round her bosom.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
ATTEMPT
The gentle persistent pressings of a chicken, ready to leave the egg.
The soft attempts to break the shell of protection, an effort to touch the impalpable light and air.
The soft attempts to break the shell of protection, an effort to touch the impalpable light and air.
MYSTERY
These clandestine involvements thrust us into a spiraling mosaic of enigma and while unraveling the threads of cosmic mystery we experience an ethereal bliss of joy, we also metamorphose into blossoms of beauty infinite.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
DOGS
...And yer conscience could never suppress the beauty of yer mind coz at heart every dog is an angel .
GRANDEUR
Even if skies were my paper, oceans were my ink.. I sure wouldnt have been able to pen my love.
PRAISE
From yer laughter morning awakens,
Yer tears blacken the skies.
Buds bloom with yer silken touch,
Pearls float in yer eyes.
Yer tears blacken the skies.
Buds bloom with yer silken touch,
Pearls float in yer eyes.
WRITE
When ye write, ye sway...ye feel leaves growin inside...ye feel flowers blossoming inside...ye become ye.
POETRY
Poetry is in yer eyes, not in a beautiful bird. Poetry is in yer ears, not in a melodious strain. Poetry is in ye. Ye are in poetry.
TREES
Trees are symbols and stones a hidden language...mysterious statements made by the Creator. See. Hear. Feel.
LOVE
Love is the language of Heavens.
Love is the rainbow of ethereal bliss.
Love made ye.
Love be unto ye.
PEACE
We can never be robbed of peace and in turn never be robbed of the varied manifestations of beauty which can only be sensed if we are at peace with ourselves...
PIGEONS
The Divinity we experience in the pigeon droppings that plaster the parapets of our rooftops...
ROSE
I planted a wild rose in the garden of Love. The Lord waters it with Peace, I nurture it with Faith.
BODY
Let yer skin wear mercy tonight. Let yer heart bear peace. Let hope be yer guiding light. Let love float in yer seas.
BUBBLES
Bubble! We all are inhabitants of little beautiful bubbles! Bubbles up in the sky, bubbles down in the water.
IMPERMANENCE
Life is a dance of impermanence. Velvet whispers are the dew drops, leaf is my heart...
DIVINITY
The Lord is always there. Always, and all ways.
Be blessed in Peace beyond thy highest dream.
Friday, October 7, 2011
PERPLEXITY
Asked he, why cant ye describe me?
Said she, my eyes that see ye cant speak
and my tongue that speaks cant see ye...
BEAUTY
Let the beauty of yer heart drown millions in the ocean of love.
When they say WAR, ye be the peace dove.
DISSOLVE
The night is fragrant and the moon is shameless; rob me of my colours, drape me in Peace. In this rain of love, let me dissolve.
FLOW
Oh mama, let me flow with the river... I dont want to fly.
I wanna flow forever,
Who wants the sky?
I wanna flow forever,
Who wants the sky?
LIKE
Like a fresh drop of dew on the pink petal of a lotus fast asleep.
Like the smell of mahogany in a jungle in deep slumber at dawn.
Like the dancing cloud over the singing river.
Like a dreamy deer weaving joy with the wind.
TRANSMUTE
The fish never question. So shouldn't ye. Go with ze flow an' transmute every moment into the one of surreal ecstasy.
NIGHTINGALE
Yonder sits the nightingale
Singing songs of Joy
Sings she of Hope
Of the Power in the Sky.
Singing songs of Joy
Sings she of Hope
Of the Power in the Sky.
JOY
we are a part of an ever- changing cosmos. Infinity minus infinity equals infinity and not zero. Similarly joy minus joy equals joy and joy plus joy equals joy. So minus or plus are mere puppets in our hands but the result is always joy. Pure divine joy.
BLOOM
Yer soul is a bud. Let it drink the waters of Peace. Let it sway in the winds of Hope. Let the sunshine of Joy kiss it. And ye are a flower more beautiful than any rose ever can be.
PAIN
Those hands that speak of pain, they also smell of filth.
These eyes are always moist, their heart is full of guilt.
These eyes are always moist, their heart is full of guilt.
NIHILITY
I am the sea of my mother's love and the sky of my father's faith. Born from the womb of nihility and will evaporate back into it...
STRING
There is a string. Intangible. Invisible. Powerful. Celestial. Holding us. Look on the Inside for the Cosmic Truth lies in the deep recesses of yer soul. Let free the the birds of Faith. Be the sky of infinite dreams and in that azure immensity of being, do not forget to just be.
Dream.
Dream.
LET
Let yer skin wear mercy tonight. Let yer heart bear peace. Let hope be yer guiding light. Let love float in yer seas.
MEMORIES
Memories pass through the heart as through a filter which rids them of all substantial accretions to produce their clear essence and are assimilated and condensed into a canvas of infinite colours which cast a bright hue on us, the iridescence of which never fades away...
INSIDE
Yer silence is the lullaby of my lonely nights... Inside me a lily blooms, inside me are born a thousand moons, inside me the silken rainbows dance, inside me fearless oceans prance, inside me the inside subverts the outside, inside me yer love resides...
BELIEVE
Like ye bring the downy tuft of a dandelion to yer lips, blow softly, pray to give everything away - keep only what remains - of a life well-lived; a life well-loved; nourished, and blessed by the Suns and by the Soils, and with all the Love I ever gave ye, in all its purity, accept me. Believe in the power of the rainbows that coloured our world so exquisitely. Have faith in yer love. In our love. In me. In yerself.
LONGING
Morning waits for dew drops; leaves, for sunshine; a child, for lap; eyes, for tears; lips, for smiles; deer, for wild wild winds; soils, for the rains; lust, for our union; thirst, for the waters of yer love; my hunger, for yer body; lilies, for springs; night, for the moon.... And my thirst grows. Too thirsty to drink from yer hazel eyes.
Come.
Come.
WAIT
The silent cherry tree waits for the springs while the sky above it sleeps; the earth beneath it dreams.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
PASSION
And now, I feel my roots unearth, my sanity washed away by passion.
I reside in the labyrinth of love, gentle and rigid. Lines of pragmatism begin to blur and with them fades away a soul...
I reside in the labyrinth of love, gentle and rigid. Lines of pragmatism begin to blur and with them fades away a soul...
BROOK
Be a brook,
brimming with faith,
meandering round love.
Contain the water that lets the thirst grow....
brimming with faith,
meandering round love.
Contain the water that lets the thirst grow....
DREAMS
Dreams are made of strings of liberation... They coil around ye not to bind ye but to free ye...
Dreams are like dew drops...their impermanence conceives despondence but their freshness and beauty bathes us in ecstasy... And in that moment of pleasure who cares about the sun finally gulping them away..?
Dreams are like dew drops...their impermanence conceives despondence but their freshness and beauty bathes us in ecstasy... And in that moment of pleasure who cares about the sun finally gulping them away..?
LISTEN
This silence whispers to me and peels off the velvet verdigris of my vulnerability... The solace of solitude deep is, shallow is my being. Veiled in love, my soul erupts... Tears break free from the cellars of vision and the contours of my shadow dance with my doubt... The pleasure unsual sings to my mellow tunes...
This very stream of waters of being...joy contains sorrow contains joy... This very stream allows my roots to fly, my wings to kiss the soil... This stream makes me my God, makes my God me.
This very stream of waters of being...joy contains sorrow contains joy... This very stream allows my roots to fly, my wings to kiss the soil... This stream makes me my God, makes my God me.
COME
Dance on my soul
Fill every corner of my being
Sing the melodies of my heart
Radiate the deep recesses of my existence
Let my words fail
Let my silence speak
So pure love is
So pure are ye
Ye are.
Are ye?
Aren't ye..?
Fill every corner of my being
Sing the melodies of my heart
Radiate the deep recesses of my existence
Let my words fail
Let my silence speak
So pure love is
So pure are ye
Ye are.
Are ye?
Aren't ye..?
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