Wu Wei

flow of Life governed by Tao

flow of change

spontaneous

natural

effortless

acting through non-action

connecting with Earth and Moon and Sun

through

Being

not inert or lazy or passive

but swimming swiftly

within the current

merging Life with Tao

quiet and watchful

not-interfering

receptive

alert

directly connected

acting without an action

trusting

detached

without desire

spontaneous

natural, and

effortless

Living

Awakening as a moment of now

Awakening as an experience

Awakening as a moment

that is the same - today, yesterday or tomorrow

Awakening of a Hinduist, of a Buddhist, of a Christian

of a believer or a nonbeliever

Awakening that lives within every single cell

Awakening within no qualities

as emptiness of Consciousness

as direct contact

with love and light and life

experienced

with every breath

Awekening as resting within true nature

as acting from the true nature

as Remembering

Awakening as opening

to the possibility of Now

where no time exist

i jumped into the centre
of the spiral
and in no time
i was on a roller-coster
experiencing the speed
faster than the light

past, present and future
mixed together
on the surface of the moon
and meduza's call

enchanted - i followed
and found myself
inside the centre of Being

will you join me?

And she said...

Dive into the centre of spiral,

expand beyond its edge becoming eternal

Dance with your lover

and dream your truth laughing in ecstasy

'For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.'

'Invoke me under my stars! Love is the law, love under will.'

Arise, come forth, and live and

I will give you unimaginable joy...

harph's sounds followed me

Was it avalanche that stopped me or hurricane?
from reaching out for your hands
covering my soul with the golden dust

through the centre - into the earth
seeking all the grotesque forms
that mimic life from the shadows
of our fuzzed existence

rising up in worship of the One
bowing down in reverence

conquering sorrow
cleansing the path
through the gate
between the pillars

into the centre of the spiral
into the essence of the pentagram
into the light of rainbow
into the tear of the newborn
into the stem of the rose

and every time I wake up - i learn a bit more about love

100s of leaves covered the paths

leading to your heart

it is not who I am

but who I will become

transformed by love

that is between us

waking up - with the sun in my eyes

i breath-in-to-your-love

transforming

Awakening

I woke up with a thought - do you remember?

A feather on my lap and
a tickle at the bottom of the pond of memories
buried a sound of a deserted beach
I returned...

Opening my eyes once again, I whispered - is this a mistake?

An error on the page kept bouncing back
could not handle the failure of its own reflection
within the mirror of constant movement

I let them come-in and stayed puzzled with the noises - madness?

In an instant
100s of faces crammed within the same story
Move away - I shrugged them off
I need some air!

I looked around me and found nothing but zero-ness

Wall covered with golden leaves
stopped me on the way to Hell
I piled them off one by one
discovering layers of nothingness
filled with space and the sound of AUM

And I closed my eyes to disolve within the cure

I entered his meditation and
he entered the silence between my breaths
evoking, celebrating, living
love

Surplus of desire - covered my eyes
with the very fine dust
and destructed my vision
for a while...

Collection of love thoughts and love dreams for sale
Auction opens today
The fastest one wins!

Love-to-you-dear-stranger

yesterday i cought a glimpse of you

within a shadow

walking through the streets

of my mind

i turned a familiar corner and you reached for me

exposing me to

extra-ordinary

un-known

un-expected

you stayed inside the waves of my imagination

all day and I felt strongly

how easy it is to love your shadow

your carreses followed me

your kisses needed me

your love covered me

with the smell of the sea

with the shiver of just-to-meet-lovers

and you re-newed me

leaving me

burning

within a familiar flame

thank you...

Initiation time

And behind the curtain

It was surreal, strange and cunning

full of blood and action, underground screams

demanding attention,

demanding space

within the show of pappets on stage

And I saw them clearly

all gathered together

for a perfect set-up

Kali and Shakti, Gaia and Tara

de-sce-nded

to give us - mortals, followers, martins

Some...

Initiation time

Some...

Magic of forms and sounds

Some...

Whispers from within the earth

Some...

Intimate knowledge and

A possibility

To completly understand

Her Sacred Path

I was privileged to be there

We walked through the labyrinth
In search of the sacred stone within our hearts
Holding hands - we sang and celebrated Life
We descended deep into the Oracle hole
Humming Aum with digerie-doo
We got lost in each others’ eyes – many, many times
All of us – worshipers of Her Might
We entered Her channels
To learn & to experience to Be
All became One for a very brief moment
That will stay with us – for eternity
Of sacredness, of holiness, of bliss

in search for the highest

Magic world within imagination
catch me - descending

searching for the highest
you eventually bump into God

until then...
stay
the most perfect
the most understanding
the most unusual
the most loving
Self

Sacred stone

We entered Kordin 3 - a temple site closed for public
And I felt it from the very start of the journey
I felt the energy of the Holy of Holiest
I felt the spiral and the strongest point that leads deep into the earth
At the very crossing of the 2 paths
Stepping on it I felt peaceful and strong and I knew
That there was no Form
No Gods or Goddesses to be worshiped
Just simple purity
Just simple sacred stone

'My one true treasure is Thy blessed feet' Vivekananda

Shiva and Shakti dance
throughout the night


Slowly, slowly - entering the path
of bliss unknown to many
in the rytham of spiral so-ham-so, so-ham-so
to the centre of
annihilation
to the centre of
Life

Into the Universe and back

We marked a begining of an era - sault and water mixed in alchemy of our souls

Your ink on my shores brings to me the residues, the happenings, the unawaited
awakenings, salted sweetened minglings...

Your dreams entered mine unconsciously - leaving little trace within our Mayas but visiting the realities of the interior of the earth to uncover...

A part of Malta kissing meunknowinglywarm mouthfullysoul leaking out of
you....i smell your poems

And I feel yours...

Are they the odeur of lovemaking to freedom???

Or an orgasmic cry to Life and its Beauty that is experienced with every breath&touch&thought&cell within the body

it is true

It is now confirmed
I have no heart any longer
it jumped into your rib cage
when I was not looking
because it liked it more - in there

Another missed moment

The tree stood silent and barren
A man provoked me
I could not hear the sound of the rain
Was too obsessed with the notion of Self

11,000 year old wall painting found

Have you heard?:

French archaeologists have discovered an 11,000-year-old wall painting underground in northern Syria. Rectangles dominate the ancient painting, which formed part of an adobe circular wall of a large house with a wooden roof.

"This site is one of several Neolithic villages in modern day Syria and southern Turkey. They seem to have communicated with each other and had peaceful exchanges," Coqueugniot said.

Mustafa Ali, a leading Syrian artist, said similar geometric design to that in the Djade al-Mughara painting found its way into art throughout the Levant and Persia, and can even be seen in carpets and kilims (rugs).

We have been creating art for at least 11,000 years and we still believe that our era is the 'special' one...

when breathing disapears
and only sounds of Gods are heard
i'll give you my heart
completly...

Malta – St. Paul’s virtual 21st century abode

'After we had reached safety, we then learned that the island was called Malta. ' Apostle Paul

Since the time of the shipwreck of Apostle Paul to this little island, the islanders of Malta have faithfully abandoned, abused, abolished and abdicated the word ‘sex’ from their dinner table discussions, magazines, dictionaries, school syllabuses, official documents, papers, anything written or spoken – and the only place where the Unmentionable was still present was in the islanders’ minds and subconscious gibberish and swear-words that stayed inaccessible to the watchful eyes of Paul and Paul’s followers.

Nearly 2,000 years later, after Paul’s shipwreck, Malta is still the only place in Europe where divorce is NOT legal. At the time when European public has seen the legalisation of gay marriage and is listening to the innovative suggestion of Gabriele Pauli, a German MP, who proposes legalising an institution of ‘expire-able marriage’ that needs to be renewed every 7 years, Malta still does not allow divorce. No matter what is your free will, no matter what the circumstances are, no matter how much couples might hate each other, no matter what religion you are, if you are a Maltese and you are married, your marriage will be legally forced upon you.

Uncovering layer by layer of Maltese life-style, and legal frame-works, an observer would be further shocked to learn that in the 21st century, ‘sex’ still did not manage to win its rightful place within the archaic mind-set of the islanders in power. Pornography is illegal in Malta, and a photo of a mother breast-feeding posing for an advert still raises a lot of eye-brows, because exposing a tit to a public eye is unheard of on this beautiful rock. Sun-bathing topless is an illegal offence, and if a girl is caught without her swimming suit on, she can be put in prison. Nude bathing is a privilege of the few that have their own boats and that can hide from the eyes of many. Hence if anybody even tries to sun-bathe nude, finding an isolated place in the middle of nowhere, s/he will be haunted by old ladies that will promptly descend from heavens to remind one that our bodies are sinful and shameful and should not in any way be exposed – especially not in front of the children!

Six months ago the Maltese Church & a Government Organisation ran a marketing campaign (with huge bill-boards, adverts in the newspapers, and TV) that lasted 3-4 months in which they tried to convince the youth that the healthiest and the best way to live their lives is to stay VIRGINS until they get married. They dug out dubious statistics and had interviews with doctors, scientists, philosophers that claimed that the true happiness will follow only if one preserves his or her sexual organ until the big day of the marriage. And they were serious about it!

Malta, that entered EU 3 years ago, still has almost 30% of its primary schools run by priests and nuns that are sweet and devoted creatures that truly believe that anything connected to sexual organs must be the devil’s work and an unmentionable sin. 30% of the primary schools on this amazing island are still run on the principles that boys and girls should go into different schools and should not under any circumstances mix.

Even though Paul’s teachings have sensibly been exiled from most of the Europeans schools and homes, Malta still remained his 21st century abode - the fort of faith that disrespects & disregards sexuality in all its manifestations and forms. His words ‘The body is not to be used for sexual immorality…’ keep echoing through all the structures of Malta’s unshakable fortifications.

A present from my Knight

click on the link and visit me in Malta...
http://knightofthestorms.blogspot.com/2007/09/planet-nuit.html

Tantra

I gained
knowledge of the stars
climbing
504 steps towards the heavens
&
knowledge of Tantra
decending 504 steps
into the abyss

Can you do that too?

Rise and dive freely
following the flow
of Her secret fire
that sleeps hidden
within your spine

Learning the essence
of the 4th
Sacret Path
that is
shortest
driest &
the most dangerous
one

Dance with me...

by: Nouvelle Vague

'Dance With Me
Let's dance little stranger
Show me secret sins
Love can be like bondage

Seduce me once again
Burning like an angel
Who has heaven in reprieve
Burning like the voodoo man

With devils on his sleeve
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Like an apparition
You don't seem real at all
Like a premonition
Of curses on my soul
The way I want to love you
Well it could be against the law

I've seen you in a thousand minds
You've made the angels fall
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Come on little stranger
There's only one last dance
Soon the music's over
Let's give it one more chance
Won't you dance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility`

Take a chance with me
In my world of fantasy
Won't you dance with me
Ritual fertility

Adam - the child of God

My fascination stays fixed on this man

I call Adam

His colour is yellow - rarely found in Nature - because it is so precious

We see it everywhere,

but can not hold it,

or even dream to comprehend it

Like yellow of Gold,

Like yellow of Sun,

Like yellow of a Lion's stretched body

Adam does not like wearing shoes - his feet rebel - like his brain

that only can grasp open spaces

If he can, he dismantles every single screw on whatever-he-has-in-hands

to paint it or

fix it or

just for the sake of assembling it again - for the sake of the Game

Adam loves challenges that God gives him

he spites Him and eagerly awaits the next one and the next one and the next one

as a child exiled from Heaven that has sworn he has not gone mad!

Adam hates stillness even though he knows that it is only

IT that can give him peace

He observes

With painful precision

Every single moment that passes

Every single street that he walks through

Every single person that truly touches him

And he declares - it is here - in this illusion - I want to live - on planet Earth - nowhere else!

And yet I know, if he could, or if he would just know how

he would become a bird - an eagle

or live

as a Bedouin in a desert or

as a Fisherman in the middle of the sea

and would have never returned to this buzz of his mind

he is now so attracted to...

love is the rule - love under the control of will

every time I say no and you kiss me

we break some of the core of the soul's power

every time we let love rule us

we add to the subconscious make-up of this universe

that allows lies and betrayals and non-respect

for the sake of love that is free

for the sake of love that is based on

trutfulness, honesty and clarity

I am going to let you go & disapear from my life

Go, disapear, vanish!

Because Love is the Rule but only

Love under control of Will

every child counts and must be respected and defended

My beloved Dun George
Moves swiftly through the crowds
With a smile of the enlightened few
and says - every singe child, but every single one - counts...

While we all strugle with our little unimportant Self-s
He runs mind-boggling number of projects

Thousands are fed and educated in his 160 homes
In Brazil, in Kenya and in Ethiopia

With sparkling eyes, he goes around saying:
-Nobody’s child but everybody’s children-
and taps my hand gently
bringing the air of inspiration and love

Thousands helped by this gentle-man...

Written in his diary while he was in Ethiopia:
I met a sad young boy, next to a grave, and when I asked him who lays there he answered: 'Baba a che nindo oko kacha': My father slept here, but he never woke up again!
http://maltamissionarymovement.com/

Secret

I am not quite sure but

there is a Word I am searching for today

a word of sorrow or a word of joy

a word of love or a word of hate

I know it is there - I saw its tale and horns and marrow

I hear it knocking - passing the sound

of Enlightenment?

of Life?

of Hope?

of Moksha - not Mukti!

of Nivana's glow?

of 1000s of Lung Ta flying in the air?

of mantras and yantras repeated for eons by many monks?

of the Divine Head and Her five nectars

of awakening of Sushumna Nadi

through Purification & Ecstasy

to Unity of Shiva and Shakti

with Cosmic Consciousness

I have respect

I have respect for you - Goddess of Life

I have respect for you - God of Infinity

I have respect for you and your 22 years of marriage

18 years of faithfulness & 7 years of Bramacharia

I have respect for you - the Child of Illusions

We will pick-up the treads of this cloth tomorrow

Today, we will collect the thoughts and flush them into

the loo of the Universe

Where the beginnings are unknown

But we can be certain of the ends

My Alpha Man

My Alpha Man is a hero found in fantasy books
He is the leader of a werewolf pack
A vampire
A God forsaken Knight

He has big shoulders and two dimples on his back

He is strong and dominant
Pacing up and down like a lion awaiting his pray
He is a warrior
A chief

On earth

Long-awaited-materialised Myth

That sails through the battle-field of life
Smoothly
Wearing passion and love as his stride,
With his jaws firmly set
To take care
To protect and

Nurture

Treating children gently
And having as his strongest fetish

A fetish of a woman’s foot

Melting with every breath I take
feeling soooo indefinitely soft & tender & ripe
so completely embraced within the cloud of love
needing no help
with
ultimate
surrender
of I
&
body
&
form
suffocating
willingly
within Her Majesty Warmth

it is in you

It is the same drive
That gives both of us happiness
In this world of constant searches and nowhere to find drills
It is in pituitary, and hypothalamus
It is in progesterone, and testosterone
It is in your and mine brain
That are wired so differently &
Are in sync so beautifully
It is within the desert sand & stormy waters
It is in the depth of the blue
It is in the depth of you

It is in the depth of falling

And getting caught

At the very last moment

walking the edge

can you see me walking the edge

within your map of thoughts, streets, cities

can you help me discover the passageway

within the hypgeum dug by ants living under our houses

can you give me an access to the body of knowledge

unknown to human-kind since the beginning of time

can you lead me into the worlds

of touching the fire with bare-hands

I see you know it - can you lead me?

Fire Dragon

I have seen the Ocean open
when you raised the stick

I have seen the Mountains move
when you looked up
& whispered - move

I have seen miracles
waiting to happen
hidden
in her contagious laughter
& I saw you lift her vale of secrets
to deliver
a thought
of deep blue waters
of silence that is only found
in the noises of nature
of shaking earth
that was touched
by the breath of
fire dragon
in love

Truth

I had a thought
that ended-up in your coffee

I had a feeling
that cut deep into my skin

I had a word
that could have changed the world

I had everything mapped
and I lost it in a few seconds
of Truth

There is only one thing I like more than
Your male sun-burnt body that smells of Africa and tiger’s skin
Freely holding your hand in the middle of the crowds
Shouting your name loud and clear so everybody can hear it

There is only one thing I like more than
The way you walk the edge, following the velvet of Her skirt
Daring to say and live the truth openly respecting an eagle within
Without abandoning the long-term nest

There is only one thing I like more than
The sound of the sea that safely sleeps within your head
Fighting for love, knowing that love is not a cake that
Can not be cut and shared and baked over and over again

There is only one thing I like more than
The warmth of the centre of your palm that shreds tears of love
Your desire to be naked wherever and whenever you can
That is now hidden underneath all that useless clothes

my never-to-be-man

he might not be the one

but his skin and his hands and his neck

smelled sooo good

like the smell of a crimson sunset on a cloudy day

like the dark blue shadow that set under the chin

of an eighteen-year-old-in-love

he might not be the one

but he crawled under my skin

sooo quickly

like a dream that touched the brain cells

leaving a memory of never-to-forget-an-experience

but staying forgotten for an awakened eye

he might not be the one

but i felt secure and warm and sooo right

in his arms

like a baby cuddled between the

silky virginal cloth

smelling the milk of her mother's bosoms

and he:

disappeared with the Maltese breeze

as quickly as the weather changed

within this little island

was gone with the sand on my foot

left behind

yesterday on the beach

faded with the jelly-fish sting

'cause I treated it rightly

so a scare does not mark my skin

left my heart trembling

feeling sooo tender and sooo new

and sooo alive

Cupid's arrow

Hit by the arrow
I am falling

Can see no nets

Into the depths
of unconscious

of exciting deep blue

of truely unknown
softness

Falling into
new horizonts
into whispers
that keep coming back
into softness
of his hands

Loosing the ground

I am
Falling
in
Love

Shakti dance

Universe was revolving in me
disguised as a thought foot-print
rocking life
rolling ships
hiding within a tide of God
borrowed from the sea
a question
Why?

Amidst the journey
Amin - cracked the clouds
Amin - of Her Will

Stubbornness of Love rebelled

hold-on the Mighty-One
hold-on

Are we allowed just to taste it &
not to live it?
Are we allowed just a glimpse
of Her shadow, just a touch of Her veil

Hold-on!

All the demons of life and
Thought- that we are buried under
Fight with knights and princesses
of this world
Against
Her supreme manifestation
Against
Her Majesty awakened state
Against
Her abode on Earth

What I dared I wished
What I wished I lived

Can I live It?

Aum

Satia - Dharma - Ahimsa
Radhe Krishna Radhe Krishna
Radhe Radhe Radhe
Break the Walls
Shiva Namah Om
Study Being
Fiiiiiiiiiiiiind the key
To the machine
Satia - Dharma - Ahimsa
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM

Lost in translation

his effort to meet her eyes
her intention to get well known
my attempt to break the ice

a dog or a cat

a dog running after us
earth tunnel unfolds
cold and dark and wet
opening channels
of fear and trust
that the light will once come

a dog running after us barking
'speed up - the time is now!'

to expose

a moment of silence
that brings the star dust
into my hand

expanding the knowledge
unfolding the senses
exploring the depths

to uncover

a lemon tree and
a cat sleeping
on a white step
or was it a bench...
on a street corner

VITRIOL

How high do we need to climb to reach it?

How deep do we need to dig to find it?

Hidden at the very top of the highest Cathedral

Buried at the very bottom of the deepest cave

Concealed at the very top of the Sacred Mountain

Veiled at the very bottom of the Temple's path

Waiting at the very top of the largest pyramid

Rooted at the very bottom of the secret search

Within the Holy of Holies

Sleeps untouched a sparkling pearl

Find it, swallow it & become it

And each drop of your blood

Will become a star

Simon Vella

A journey through psychedelic sounds

under the Valletta moon

with Simon Vella and fair trade fighters

of this little amazing rock

A free spirit I grew to admire

gave me - once again - a sense of

emotions, passion, rhythm

to teach me that...

The male beats need to be ordered

and female chaos exagerated

both purified in their strength

to be merged in perfection, we call Harmony

Lapis

To release the power of Lapis
Make the fixed one volatile
And the volatile fixed

Break Ego and its walls
Cleanse it,
Boil it,
Soften it,
Disperse it…

And strengthen the Will
Descending Divine Qualities
& your Soul will shine Gold

Perfection

God created Nature that is full of chaos

Where no two things are equal

Where no sound, no colour, no shape is repeated

Man copied God and created

Symmetry, mathematics, music, straight lines

Man copied God and created Harmony

Nature knows no waste

'Since the matter and substance of things
are indestructible,
all its parts are subject to all forms,
so that Each and Everything becomes
Everything and Each'

Cycle of re-birth is within the Earth design
At one point or another
We will be or were all that Life on Earth has ever been

Did you know?

Earth does not create waste
everything gets re-cycled
The only spiecies on Earth
that creates non-recyclable waste
is Human

Z thanks for the magic!

A moment of stillness caught me in between two breaths
in the Holy of Holliest
guided by my Knight
to experience the marriage of the two
to enter the centre of VITRIOL

Visita Interiora Terra
Rectificanto Inveniens
Occultum Lapidem

Death and Life

I saw a man dying
in front of my favourite coffee shop

My dear friend is just now giving a birth

Man's daughter was crying

My friend is now screaming

We stood there and prayed for him

Now I pray for her

Death and Life intermingled
within my mind
searching for recognition
and for space

Death and Life - both merged with pain

Salsbourg

A phantom serpent uncurls
at the bottom of my spine
to reveal
a perfection of God's & Man's creation
in the middle of Salsbourg Cathedral of Notre Dame

within a pure cup of white Chinese tea
that brews twice the drip of the sand dial on my table

within the hills of south German villages
and meditation chair that waits for me every morning
as though it was designed for me & my little visit

within the eyes of an old lady that starts chatting
as soon as she meets my eyes in the middle of the train

within hugs and kisses of mothers and children
that connect so deeply but can hardly say a word to each other

a perfection of God's & Man's creation

Neruda - Tie your heart at night to mine, love

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Night crossing: black coal of dream
that cuts the thread of earthly orbs
with the punctuality of a headlong train
that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly.

Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement,
to the grip on life that beats in your breast,
with the wings of a submerged swan,

So that our dream might reply
to the sky’s questioning stars
with one key, one door closed to shadow.

Pablo Neruda about love

Love
Because of you,
in gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face,
I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you,
I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume,
I am bound to my vague memory of you.
I live with pain that is like a wound;
if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me,
like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love,
yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me;
becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
shooting stars, falling objects.

my cells remember your smell
my body - your warmth
floating in the space between breath in and out
I became your touch

Gift from the enlightened

I looked into his green eyes and I saw
His enlightened glow

He is one of the few - the Lady of Damascus Guardian
Her faithful solder
They take care of each other
Since the 11th century

He is 89, and he intimately knows life and death
and us, the coinsidental visitors of his little secluded church
His hands are sensitive, soft and loving

He blessed us and gave us a gift of a warm heart and a saying:
Birds of anger, hate, worries and negativity
will always fly above our heads - we can not do anything about that
but what we can prevent
is them nesting onto our heads

from Votan - sharing a secret

From the depth
A voice
Is talking to you.

In the night
Two bodies moving
And a shadow on the wall.

and She said - let it be Light
and She said - let it be Life
and She said - let it be Love
and we stayed trans-fixed within Her Game
glued to the existence on this little planet
to the time and space and movement
that can never be
fully
ours

I touched the heavens tonight - were you with me?

Touched by Shining Love

I was touched by shining love
transformed and taken into the universes
of clarity and mental strength
of training and perfection

of Wisdom that manifests as Light

I was touched by shining love
by Spirit warriors, dancers, & followers of Life
that Know but still don't know that they know
that feel and act and ARE

within the world of Enlightened Few

Her Majesties Wisdom

Fate like a jackal feeds amongst
the tombs of past beliefs
digging deep into the wounds
of what you and me once called hope

I pondered sometime
at my first glimpse of the Temple
of human flash, of burning hearts
of confused whispers and determined sights

We all know the road - it is so clear
to the bottom of the spine
to our ancestor’s accumulated wisdom
to love that has no lines, has no ends

We can take it in - I promise - try!
the magic and mystery hidden
within the walls of two that could be many
scratch the surface, break into its core

What is our Goddess's name?
Where does the secret sleep? Is it within the Stone? Or Sun? Or Sea?
And with the minds of two, can we dream to comprehend
Her message of many?

to a Spiritual Warrior

Building a temple of love, lovers,
warriors, sages, movements, light
flow, soul-mates, pillars
I came across you

I smelled your body
and liked the smell
You disappeared in me
for a moment that lasted eternity

Connected with a golden line
we met in a space that was not ours
that belongs to Gods and Goddesses
that belongs to the Divine Calling

Connected with a golden line
I recognised you and received you
Moving into the Universe
that has no Beginings and no Ends

Attempting to understand

Attempting to understand Death
I told a friend how much It touched me
He didn’t even blink

Such an intimate experience!
If it doesn’t touch you – you’ll stay blind

In dying Life is progressively extinguished
Drop-by-drop until the last traces are gone
And it happens all around us, all the time

Life ceases to exist
Honouring limit-ness of His creation

Emptiness

God, Allah, Jahweh,
Brahman, Tao
I am calling you

Unite with Emptiness
The one that already Is
Integrating All

To True Nature
Ultimately Reality
Essence of the Centre

Oooo, Infinite Empty Consciousness
Be my Mind
That always knew & already Is

Did Martians exist

An orbiting spacecraft took a photo
That proves that there is water
On Mars rigid shell

The Red Planet was once Blue!

Flowing down the crater walls
Left me curious with the question:
Who was the one to lead & who the one to follow
In this noble race of Life

A 4.5 billion-year-old Martian meteorite
Was found in Antarctica
Crashed into Earth 13,000 years ago
Carrying within fossil nano-being
That breathed life

Seeded from Mars our waters flourished
Bringing forth the evolutions chain
From the beginning to its very end
As we know it today

love

Love

Red-hot-dry-purposeful-sensitive
Blind
Incapable of stopping
A dream within many realities
Reality of a dream
Her name is Love

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