To all my friends - Warriors of Light

To all my friends – the Warriors of Light

I can see you walking, I can see you running
And I hear you screaming: Gaia – I am yours!

You are beautiful, you ARE divine!

Listening to the beat of music of your steps, I feel your power

I bow to you – Warriors of Light!

Uniting with you, I work for the better-ment of Self and our Mother Earth…

So swear to me my dear friends:

That you will always believe in the Rain-maker’s ability to create the rain
That you will search for the Nymph’s voice even though you know that the beauty of her sound can freeze you to death
That you will not stop asking and demanding TOO MUCH… …love and light and peace and that you WILL forget the meaning of - enough

And promise me my dear friends:

That you will continue fighting even when the word hope disappears from everybody’s lips &
That you will stay alert when the bells are ringing and all the stomachs are full, searching for deeper, more beautiful, more fulfilled & that you will sing in praise honouring Life, Beauty and Truth &
That you will always notice the colour of the eyes of the person you are talking to, even when s/he is not one of your favourites

& once more promise...

That you will always believe in the Rain-maker’s ability to create the rain!

urs

N.

An insight

I said - '...and do you remember, when you were 3 and living in Ethiopia, how did you bath?

We did not bath, she told me, playing with water, I don't remember ever having a shower - we didn't have one...'

Hearing these words, from the lips of my beautiful little girl, some statistics suddenly hit me:

• 884 million people do not have an access to safe and clean water
• 3.6 million people die every year from water-related diseases
• 84% of deaths are in children

photo: Martin Waugh

Voodoo of love

I know nothing, and yet I know that
You can read my thoughts, and I can read yours
In this world full of unspoken spells

Is a thought real - existing objectively within the matter
Materialised – like a goblin from the children’s stories
Inside that brown chocolate cookie, you have with your tea

Voodoo killed a man sitting in a corner coffee shop
A tattoo on his left shoulder
Jesus on the cross - he was once a Christian

He stole her soul and gave it to the dogs
She saw their end within the Tarot,
Long before it happened

It was a heart attack – the doctors confirmed
In a gutter surrounded by rats and worms
Without a real choice – his body buried

Lost within the neighborhood of his still lingering feelings
Two Buddhas, each on one side of the path, meditated
Was it her love that killed him – or his father’s inherited weak heart

Today I had an orgasm just thinking of you…
Do you believe that my thoughts could be real
Creating and unmaking secrets of our unbreakable nets

Every man and a woman is a star

Spat out - like a bone
Stuck in a throat of the Universe
Giving me milk from their bosoms
The stars nursed me back into reality
‘Onto the Earth you little intruder – that’s where you belong!’
They pushed me from the corner of the spiral where I found my alcove
‘Back – down there – what do you think you are doing - Disturbing our galactic order?!?’
And I remembered…
Finding myself in the centre of the stellar disk
In the middle of the Magellanic Cloud
Swallowed by the Heavenly Trans
Vibrating the pulse of the oldest kept secret
That we and the luminous balls of plasma are built
From the exactly the same material…

photo: Bruce Cryer

Impeccably living Love

Purified – replacing matter by spirit
Cell by cell…
Nourished by Earth
Veiled by Fire
Carried by Air
Dissolved by Water
Filled with God
Intoxicated with God
Becoming Divine
Metal transformed into Gold
Through the supreme magic of the mastery of
Thoughts and feelings
Evoking the infinite Wisdom buried inside
Impeccably and non-compromising
Living the infinite Love

Maya

Fascinated by the frames
Absorbed within the reality of many
Stung by the scorpion sting
Paralised
Freezing images that are fluid
Measuring
Defining
Arresting the infinite within the finite
Perceiving
Believing
Squaring the circle
Attached to the illusion of constant change and
Separation

The ecstasy of the Union

When you Live - so you can Love the One
Intensely free from bounds of anything

When your thoughts complete the Zero
That is a concept, but not a form

When your meditation is flowing strong,
disputing even God, if He dares to butt in

When you dissolve every single cell
Piercing the heart, the mind, the soul

You will know that your Being belongs
Only to one – the One

You will know that your existence
Has only one purpose - the Union

hurricane

Avoid of sounds
Jumping through the moon’s surface
My hurricane is searching
A new home
I saw Her gliding
Through many butterfly’s thoughts
Will any-one’s door open
To this bizarre noise
That borders in-between
Screams and giggles?

The alley of a dead man

Hitting the space in between us
Covering the path with the snow-flakes
I mis-judged the star in between your eyes
It took me a moment to re-collect
I came to the alley of your thoughts
Couldn't jump over the wall
Didn't practice for a long time
Would have left you floating in my cellar
But was afraid you would drawn within my well
That was the last thing I needed
the dead-man body attached to my-self

Debri univerzuma

Danas puštam suzu za sve ne ispunjene i ne dovršene ljubavi
Koje se motaju kao debri u vakumu univerzuma

Za sve one koji nemaju hrabrosti da vole
a za ljubav je potrebno tako puno beskompromisne hrabrosti

Za one koji sve pa pomalo pokušavaju ali im se ne-da
Baš kao što se neda zemlji odlepiti od sunca i mesecu od zemlje

Danas puštam suzu - za sve nas smrtnike…

Spring Equinox

It is today on March the 20th that the change of seasons happen
It is today that spring enters the north and autumn journeys to the south
of our Mother Gaia

It is today when Sun enters Aries, that the day and night are of equal length
It is today that Sun's light is evenly shared
between the two sisters of Earth - its two hemispheres

It is today that Yin and Yang of our little blue planet
enter into an equilibrium, creating a perfect balance,
and respect for feminine and masculine forces on Earth

Imagination

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create. Albert Einstein

1 cat, 1 rabbit & 1 duck in perfect harmony

a kitten that is in love with a rabbit and a duck that loves them both. I recorded this in Malta today :)

brain erection

I woke up this morning
with the stars
in my eyes
the hum in my ears

It was a huge brain erection

Pulsing through me
Boxed in
From Svadistana
To Sahasrara
Through Sushumna

Her Majesty Kundalini
was biting her tail

Phoenix

From Black Crow to White Swan

From White Swan to Peacock

From Peacock to Pelican

That stabs her breast with her beak

To feed her young with her-own blood

From Pelican to Phoenix that builds its nest

On the top of the funeral pyre, and then sets it into a fire

To arise a new from the ashes

Transformed

Awakened - Love awaits its turn

Entering your dreams

Stepping firmly onto your path

- Give me your thoughts

I will open the door of my consciousness and

We will mix the two together

Into an alchemical pot cast of our souls' aching

For-Love, to-Love, in-Love

So our worlds will become: So-Ham

Divine Love

Every single inch of my body is covered with your wisdom
my dear invisible sage
you offer Peace that is passionate and crazy
and Love that is carefully guarded by the angels
not to be known or seen by All

You master my Being furiously
never giving me a choice to rest or surrender
leading me through the tunnels to the very centre of the Earth
swinging with me on the swing of time,
shining through me, shaking me, exploding within me

Whether alone or with someone, you take the lead
you cradle my heart and nest within my soul
because you know that I live, dream, burn for you
and even when I AM NOT, I still AM because of you
taking the dust of the world from your shoes - I bow to you

Photo uploaded by crystalchroma

Saltwater- by Julian Lennon Visual Interpretation

like the sea before the storm

so amazingly soft and tender
with his head against my chest
all day long, seeking caresses

fragile and beautiful
my baby-boy was sick

his solemn, tranquil eyes reminded me of

poppy’s red delicate petals
in the middle of the Maltese gorge

of butterfly’s wings
against the 1000 years old stone fortress

of albatrosses' feathers colour
in the middle of the rough sea

of the texture of the spider's web
in the deserted house, not open for ages

of the breath of the sea-horse
moaning for his loved one who was killed last night

of a cat just giving a birth
to her first ever kitten

of Buddha's 101-st hour
under the tree where he got enlightened

yesterday, my baby-boy was sick
he was gentle, sensitive, weak

he reminded me of the energy of the sea
just before the storm

so quite, so serene, and so somber
were his eyes...

Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya

Tantra and Kundalini

Love's claws and sperm whale vomit

You know you have been caught by the love’s claws when:

You are a black widow spider’s mate
And you enter her net willingly even though
Your mum, TV, and neighbors, have warned you not to

You are a fish that follows the loved one into the fisherman net
Praying your head hits the hull next to her's
So you can gasp your last breath together

You search the world for the sperm whale vomit
So that you can put it into the essential oils
He could smell - with the scents of your skin

You listen to the radio as though it is for the first time
and hear your story in every single song
That sings of love or pain or longing

You clearly feel the wound bleeding
But testosterone and oxytocin in the blood are raising
And your heart's bit hits the record when he stands next to you

When God, chance, Faith, circumstances, Universe, all say ‘no’
And you ignore it, listening to his voice on the other end
With a shiver that causes a storm on the other side of Atlantis

photo: http://www.greenexpander.com

how can I
- stop talking about love?








photo: http://www.trekearth.com

the voice of dis-appearance

I hear the voice from the centre of the earth
your image hallucination takes over me
organic, orgasmic, organoid

who are you Mr. Sadness - do I know you, have we met before?

I look at my fingers, my keyboard, the vase on my desk, trying not to cry
but it is all in vain - the night is taking over
the music of dis-appearance

You have dis-appeared before we have truly met
gone under the cover - hidden within the nothingness
leaving with me images of love and trust and peace

odd, wonderful, beautiful but hidden was your touch
chirping outside our window was a parrot, or was it the heater that
cheated the noise
unearthly, profound, mystical, real was your smell

I found you and lost you within the same thought

Did you know - Love comes with the surrender that is greater than your-Self

And I see us holding each other's hands and chatting aimlessly
And I see us lying on the sofa - covered with moments of nakedness
with no fear, and no answers, just simply surrendering

I will have my coffee tomorrow morning in Ole as usual
and you will have yours in Rome

I have met you, my love
against all odds of the Universe that likes playing jokes on us mortals
and lost you before we have truly met...

photo: www.redbubble.com

Cave of no return

Will you ever take me to the red sea, my love
Deep into the depths of the cave of no-return

Will you ever dive with me down-under without fears
Exploring the truths of my and your soul

Will I, will you, manage to shatter the barriers of time and space and thoughts
And connect the golden threats

You touched my centre, my love, and I feel exposed but expanding
Merging with the Universe and the night hoax created by fairies, butterflies, goblins

Will you ever take me to the red sea, my love, and the caves
That are within your head – for no-one to see, and no-one to feel…

photo: http://www.ashesandsnow.org/

'No problem can be solved from the same consciousness that created it' - Albert Einstein

exciting but scary

many are called but few chose to follow

the sign on your forehead says 'fragile - do not touch'

exciting but scary...

the daylight covered in the full-moon shadow

mermaid's song across the seas calling

explorers to dare to descend into the centre of their-very-selves

the sacred secret hidden amongst ornaments, symbols, caves,

under-water corals, silence, and deep within your head

exciting but scary...

discovering the limits of the Self

facing the Pure - within 'I', within Acts of Nature, Acts of God

demolishing, dismantling, refusing all-that-is-not-real

and what is - in this shady world?

exciting but scary...

photo: http://www.happyandfree.com/

Trust or Pixie Dust

Woven in silence

your refusal to let me in

Golden leaves cover the surface of your body

inch by inch

I re-discover it within mine

Re-incarnated through our troubles

your thoughts scatered on the floor

covered in the full moon shadow

Is Sorrow your name

or Joy or Trust or

Pixie Dust

Like rice paper or poppy's petals

fragile and soft

your tears mix with mine

Come closer, my love, close enough so I'll feel your breath

that is where the key-hole hides

in your breath and in the centre of your palm

Come closer, my love, together we could hope to find

the code

that breaks the lock that separates your soul from mine

photo: http://www.ashesandsnow.org/

Falling-in-love

Sharp and vibrant
your eyes
move me into this familiar feeling
of being connected

Starkly and volatile
swirling through my heart
is the virus that merges
your aura with mine

I cling to your promises
of softness and peace
and take a chance in a million
to let you in

Trusting and trussing

the images on the mirror of our souls

manifesting us
in the future of our thoughts

I believe in you within me
Can you believe in me within you?

Phatamorgana

A hurrican on the horizon...
Do you understand the difference?
Destroying the other – acting merciless, human-less, life-less
Little droplets became an ice-storm
To get me established onto the path of the Fool
Unmoved, untouched, inspired
No frost-bites can tease me out of this peace
The winds chase the ghosts
Into my mind, into my life, into my heart
And yet I still believe in Love
In this oasis within the dessert depths
Sure - it is a phatamorgana

And sure - it is the one I want to believe in...

Sleep

You have fallen asleep
Carrying with you a key to eternity
Please take me - into your dreams
I hate being without you

Under the cover
I see your clothed nakedness
And I know how it feels
Not to touch your velvet skin

The Moonlight strokes your face
Revealing the bliss you carry within
Please take me - into your dreams
I hate being without you

to Gandhi

I hear the calling
- to become schism, to rebel, contract
to all that is NOT real
and give a chance to
mermaids, fairies, goblins
of our past lives and the in-born rights
- to hummer
into our brain waves
a golden thread
of non-violence
that is so hard to comprehend

When I heard their message for the third time

I knew that my moment has come - for an initiation

I saw him and felt - grateful

That he will be the one to channel IT through

I lied on a bed of flowers, surrounded by the sound of chimes

And I gave him the key to the temple of Truth

In the centre of the belly I met Her - Amaru

The Serpent Path of the South

I dived into her waters and watch her shed her skin

Transforming wounds into sources of power

Giving Earth - Life, and me - Fluidity

I met Otorongo within my heart

Stepping into the Jaguar Path of the West

Following her effortless run

Through the woods, air, and waters

I cuddled the fearless cat to learn Courage and Strength and Love

I climbed the mountain within my head

To become One with Apuchin - the Eagle Path of the East

I flew dissolved within the light

Knowing that there is no-more

Needing to do no-thing

And be no-where

Dreaming the world into being and visions into realities

Exiting the flight, coming back to Earth, I noticed

My skin was gold, transcendent

My mind was luminous, emotions gentle

Prepared to start the path of The Fool

Ready to experience The Serpent swallow its tail

the journey

Once upon a time there was a forest spirit
That descended onto the Earth

She needed to learn the ways of Life

The guides gave her challenges

So she grows strong and connected

To her heart and the people around her

With the love for the challenges

She was given a chance to become a Lioness

And the training begun
The new worlds opened

The King sat onto his throne

The Strength was gain

The King learned to rule his emotions, his body and

His mind - for the benefit of all

And now - there is no more

The enlightenment is not a goal but a journey

The Kingdom is in the Heart

Of One and All and

One IS All and All IS One

The One can rest

Vulnerability

It's place is not at the beginning

but at the very end of the journey of love

If we feel it at the very beginning of the relationship

we have mistaken it for fear...

who is the one you ask for forgiveness
when Life knocks at your door
and you pretend that you are not at home?

Sat-chit-ananda

A kiss of primordial Self

within the sat-chit-ananada

in the centre of a thusand petalled lotus

Being

giving & receiving

Life

breathing the nature of Para Brahman

experiencing

existance-consciousness-bliss

Advaita

A baby-boy looked at me
- straight into the eyes -
he would not blink
for a while
spreading the sense of

Non-Duality

Open
Present
Flowing
A-wake not A-sleep

Fully
Still
Without seeking
Absorbing
Crystaly clear

With great Lightness
I accepted his gift
of Oneness
realising Life
through the Stillness
of Self

Awake and aware

Idea
Perspective
Word

Breaks into our code
Per-mutating atoms
Of our evolutionary Self-s

Our sensory navigating device
Accepts or rejects the impulse
Creating realities of our choice

A natural drift takes us from an ameba to a human
A very determined choice takes us further
Allowing us
To squeeze our way through
To awake
To God and his gift of
Aware-ness

image taken from: http://www.awakeimages.com

Love is the seer

Love is the cradle
of safe cudles and warm curreses

Love melts its way into our circles
like water finds its way into the Earth

Love is the breath
catching us within its tightly woven net

Love is the seer
that grows within, capturing all our senses unconditionally

Love is the rose
spreading its sents through the spiral of our thoughts

For-ever
For-now
For-you

photo from: http://womenwithauniquesoul.com/introduction.htm

valley of the souls

I heard his voice and cried

om ah mi de wa hri

tears of silence

familiar sound of enlightenment

took me into the after-death experience

moon strolling through the starless night

leaving traces of blood that can not be seen

by naked eye

the ashes at the bottom of Ganga

of millions of burned bodies

and their souls trapped within the leafs' cuticles

that re-generate every spring

visible only to the forest spirits

that circle aim/endlessly through the night

A fountain of love

as though there is nothing else but love
and it flows as a fountain
through the nose and pores and through the blood
as though there is nothing else but joy
that endlessly giggles and screams and teases
fairies and their choice of who to give the golden dust
as though there is nothing else but celebration
of each drop of rain and each gust of wind
and your breath that intermingles with a butterfly’s sigh

picture by louiseannep

let's become saints

a moment of reflection
to see the tears in your eyes
to feel the fear in your bones
that is engraved within our code
from the very start of life

a moment of reflection
to mould destructions, reflections, disturbances
into creative impulses that will lead you
to an enlightened Self
and an admirable human being that will shape the World

a moment of reflection
to understand the balance between love and strength
to uncover the stage where the shadows play
and give you a chance in a million
to become a saint

D. H. Lawrence, Spring Morning

'Spring Morning

Ah, through the open door
Is there an almond-tree
A flame with blossom!
–Let us fight no more.

Among the pink and blue
Of the sky and the almond flowers
A sparrow flutters.
–We have come through,

It is really spring!
–See,When he thinks himself alone
How he bullies the flowers.
–Ah, you and me

How happy we'll be!
–See him?He clouts the tufts of flowers
In his impudence.
–But, did you dream

It would be so bitter? Never mind,
It is finished, the spring is here.
And we're going to be summer-happy
–And summer-kind.

We have died, we have slain and been slain,
We are not our old selves any more.
I feel new and eager
To start again.

It is gorgeous to live and forget.
And to feel quite new.
See the bird in the flowers?
–he's making

A rare to-do!
He thinks the whole blue sky
Is much less than the bit of blue egg
He's got in his nest
–we'll be happy,

You and I, I and you.
With nothing to fight any more
–In each other, at least.
See, how gorgeous the world is
Outside the door!'

D. H. Lawrence, San Gaudenzio

Vajrayana - the diamond truth

I will give this sermon naked
Like St Francis once did
A jongleur for God
An inspiring holy madman
With the knowledge that
Only NAKED IS true

I will raise this cup
For Vajrayana – the diamond truth
Where thunderbolt unites with lotus
Upaya with Prajna, Ida with Pingala, Yin with Yang
Vratyas & Dakinis will dance their sacred dance
United with Shakti, Shiva will whisper into her ear
The secret of Eternal Bliss

Nothingness

Embeded within rocks
Hidden amongst star clusters
Your Holy Presence is so close to mine
Like in a dream, I see You
Even though
You are Not
I hear You within the silence
Touching the spiral of Life & Death
I bow my head in respect &
I feel You bow Yours to mine
One amongst the thousand of corpses
One amongst the thousand of new-borns
Here
Within Your kingdom
I stay
http://www.spacetelescope.org/images

Love

O Love,

I shutter within your sight

I feel your unconditional, demanding touch

within every cell of my being

Beyond dualities

beyond the ring of desires

beyond the Pandora's box of secrets

I feel your presence, your Divine Breath

I hear your scream

that awakens, illuminates, inspires

to the dance with the Spirit

to the reality of the Source

O Love,

I cover your body

with Star Dust

to find myself naked, bewildered, free

maddened with your strength

I tremble

stripped of all layers

of different Selves

becoming humble, gentle and weak

at your mercy

dieing...

http://www.spacetelescope.org/images

To Nuit

Ecstatic to meet You

every time one of us

opens the door of blossom,

of expanssion,

of splendor,

of joy,

of beauty

Ecstatic to meet You

within the petals

that open within my mind vision

every time

You take my thirsty heart

into the vertigo

of Your Nothingness

and the cosmic connection

of all Your Lovers

painting by: A. Andrew Gonzalez

http://www.sublimatrix.com/index.html

Living Waters and Tantra

I am moving through

the Living Waters

that IS the main difference between

mine and other Spiritual Paths

From one bank to the other

up and down the stream

through the moving rivers

wild and fast

Accepting challenges and taking more

through the fire of the centre of the flow

climbing the mountain tops

descending the Earth's womb

Through the torrent and whirl-pools

& calm, expanding seas

receiving the pure, celestrian touch

I am moving through the Living Waters

God grant me...

wisdom to understand that everything IS
as it should be

knowledge to direct my energies to the best possible outcome
for the benefit of all

strength to keep the willingness to learn
from the plant, animal and human kingdom - from their experiences and my mistakes

maturity to recognise beginnings from endings
and endings from the playground noise

so I can persist and change what needs changing
and patiently observe what must BE

inward movement

to the depth of Kilimanjaro
where volcanic lava sleeps

to listen to Gaia's heart
to the centre of hurricane Dolly and
her New Mexican trip

to feel Gaia's breath

to Sumatra's earthquakes
to experience Gaia's caprice

inward movement to our mother's womb

whispering
trembling
through the echo
of Aum
touching God's breath
becoming
a mosaic
of colours
and sounds
expanding
into infinity
of
Truthfulness
Clarity
Love
connecting
with my Gurus
flowing
through their Light
to return into
One
to become
One

'As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.'

'I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.'

'I have offended God and mankind because my work didn't reach the quality it should have.' Leonardo da Vinci

Rhythm of Africa calls

Rhythm of Africa

Call of the Motherland

Rooted inside of each of us

To be truthful to our Ancestors

To the purpose of Holy of Holiest

To the shriek of the centre of the Earth

To the divine intention within our DNAs

PDETA - Please Don't Eat The Animals

Phil Nicols PDETA - check it out...

full moon and her grace

Today the Moon is Full at 26º of Capricorn
the brightest one in the year
when Hindus give thanks to gurus of the world
The Moon finds itself in our Crown Chakra
our Gate to Divine,
our connection with the great Ones

Divine Light as pouring vortex

through a quite mind

enters us...

Malta magic & meditation

In Malta
magic IS the second reality
Through discipline of concentration,
meditation, visualization, & ritual
Malta awakens its ancestors, temples, spirits
Life gets attuned to the rhythm of the Universe
and the Chaos becomes a well defined Pattern
The power flows through the body of rocks and sea
awakening enlightenments,
awareness, consciousness
the Self in the middle of images
finds Its-Self

Zen story

Master Bassui reduced the whole of Buddhist teachings to one phrase
“Seeing one’s own nature is Buddhahood.”
When asked how to see into one’s own nature, master Bassui would reply.
“Now! Who is asking?”

I can not help it

my heart is soooo full of love!

She, you & I

within your consciousness
i will dance Her dance
within my consciousness
we will loose ourselves
within Her consciousness
we will jump into the spiral
holding souls
forgetting
becoming
dis-appearing

One

Do you know the One who brings the silence
with her touch
Do you know the One who pours her blessings
creating stars
Do you know the One who gardens Love through the Universe
playing with clouds during her past time
Do you know the One who do not understand black and white
composing Now on the drum of time
Do you know the One who paves the road to Heavens
with mortals laughs and tears
flowering through inspiration, devotion,
creation, and meditation
Do you know the One?

So Ham

Emanating divine
Playing football with the divine
Screaming, dancing, caressing divine
and when it is over
knowing that it is never over
that it follows you
that it is merged with you
that It is You

to CG - find me!

I felt it again today when we met
- this urge to connect with you -
as I did the first time I saw you

FIND me - look around, dig deep down, enquire, search
and find - i have a wish that might be 1,000s of years old
to get to know you...

Devotion

it is so sweet
to dance and sing your name
and find myself in your lap
bathed with your light

it is so sweet
to listen to the giggle
of the new coming Buddhas
playing with the babies, angels and fools

it is so sweet
to drink from your cup the nectar
of goodness, joy and delights
that pleases spirits, birds & beasts

it is so sweet
to lick ambrosia from sea-nymphs' faces
touching your presence
with very essence of the soul

to Pankaj - the moment of birth

Pankaj – can you remember the moment of your birth?
Straight through the mud, passing the darkness of earth’s crust
Not seeing the light, not feeling the way out, not knowing what hope means
Do you remember the first sun rays caressing your skin?
The break through, the new beginnings, the new you
Do you remember the happiness you felt when you re-discovered
Who you really are...
Do you remember?

To Prakash - where do all the prayers go?

a friend recently said 'i wish to know where do all the prayers go...'
he - whose name means 'light' - the torch bearer -
is carefully and bravely creating
a seagull list - the list of sensitive and insightful
spiritual and inspiring souls
the Truth, the Feelings, the Sensibility are his guide
the knowledge of life and its manifestations - his markers
being in love - his Yapa
dreaming - his Amrita
beauty - his Ishtvara
he searches Moksha through adoration and highest aspiration
a madman that is brave enough to experiment with the tricks of Mana
discovering, laughing and loving his newly-created Maya...

Conscious Love

Love under Will - Instinctive Love - Falling in Love - Love as Divine flow
Our Love Head-Aches, Love-Sex frustrations, Love-Karmic patterns
Mysterious, untouchable, veiled, so-much desired - Venus
And our ever-lasting hunger for her beauty...

To remove her from inside of her Shell
Is every-one’s wish
Imprison her within the depths of woods
Of our love-thirsty sub-conscious darkness
Rape her, possess her,
Tearing her into shreds
Desiring her purity, her sight, her light
Disappearing into her being
Dissolving - merging – creating

As Gods would...

Love for sane in a moment of self-inflicting madness
Becomes Love for insane
And yet - how deeply we all long for this insanity

Love for beginners through our greed,
Becomes Love for too-much-experienced
That for-ever within its crudity hides the secret of the beginning
The secret of - Virginal Love - that only a few can comprehend

Can love stay virginal?
Can we stay feeling it in our stomachs, hearts and knees - trembling
Like a suicide attack of
an 18 year old for-the-very-first-time soaked in-l-o-v-e?

Can we keep it unstained by jealousness, possessiveness, pride?
And harvest Her fruits even when they are attacked
by spiders of decay, and covered in the nets of age and boredom?

Can it be full – eternal – all-giving – ego demolishing?

Can we stay obsessed and yet detached?

Can we leave any time we wish?
- because the drive towards Divine is still
a little bit stronger…

Stream of Consciousness

Gently down the stream
of ConsCiouSness
Feeling the Flow
of Life
vibrating through the cells

Mindfully Awake and Aware
Understanding
Accepting
Loving

Directly through the centre
Connected to the Self
ceaselessly, effortlessly moving
mirroring
the Law
- as above - so below
- as within - so without

Are we ready to hear?

Seashell Spirit Wish

And on the 7th day the Seashell Spirit made a wish
To be One and All
With God
Either as a dot or an infinite end…

And God was so touched
That She said:
Ocean frames your beauty
The sea whispers in your depths
And your spiral is the code of knowing me

That is why I will:
- Give you a birth within a man -
Circling endlessly through life and death
In search of the key to my Heaven’s door

And I will:
- Give you a birth as a Universe –
Spiralling freely through the space
Mapping my wisdom through its dance

And I will:
- Give you a birth as Self-Awareness
Hidden within the DNA of all my Life
And through it you will stay

My secret, my seed, my tetragrammaton

So Ham

and he said:
when did you realise there is spirituality in your life?
and life rebelled within me - why do we have to divide, separate, categorise?
why don't we just take the spirit in its purity for what it is - life itself
I do not live anything but spirit
I do not breath anything but spirit
I do not exchange anything but spirit
Spirit does not exist outside of my Being on Earth
It is I
I is It
and
I It is

within the centre

living the spirit
not chasing it
every now and then
when we remember

it is the journey that counts
life that is spirit
- not the destination

and I vow to live it
with every thought
and every word
and every action

to see it in every soul
that meets mine

to be there - in the centre
refusing to give-in or give-up
cause it is the only centre that counts
that is alive and
gives real and ultimate pleasure

Shri Chinmoy about God and meditation

'When the power of love
Replaces the love of power
Man will have a new name:
God'

'To reach the spiritual heart you have to feel that you do not have a mind, you do not have arms, you do not have legs, you have only the heart.'

http://www.srichinmoy.org/

swollen, smooth, tight
lips of the rose

openning
to the whispers of the moon

Alanis Morissette Utopia

We'd gather around
All in a room
Fasten our belts
Engage in dialogue
We'd all slow down
Rest without guilt
Not lie without fear
Disagree sans jugement
We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and
Enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and
Open and reach out and speak up

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

We'd open our arms
We'd all jump in
We'd all coast down
Into safety nets

We would share and listen and support and welcome be propelled by passion not
Invest in outcomes we would breathe and be charmed and amused by difference
Be gentle and make room for every emotion

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

We'd provide forums
We'd all speak out
We'd all be heard
We'd all feel seen

We'd rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled
And be unstoppable we'd hold close and let go and know when to do which we'd
Release and disarm and stand up and feel safe

This is utopia
This is my utopia
This is my ideal my end in sight
Utopia
This is my utopia
This is my nirvana
My ultimate

Amber

90 million years old
taken from the bottom of the sea
with its opaque crust
freed from the matrix of forget-ness
in its centre hides leaves, flowers, fruits
spiders, frogs and butterflies
a resin from an injured tree
that caught in its tears life-frame
of past so distant and yet
so near
does it also in its depth hide
our eternal stride?

Neruda - Sonnet LXXXI

'And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.

Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.

The night turns on its invisible wheels,

and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,

we will go together, over the waters of time.

No one else will travel through the shadows with me,

only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists

and let their soft drifting signs drop away;

your eyes closed like two graywings,

and I move

after, following the folding water you carry,

that carries me away.

The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.

Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.'

Pablo Neruda

image: Diana Blake