Thelma and Agape

Will and Love - practiced

to invoke her Majesty Kundalini

In the world where adept dies and blooms as a Lotus

The perfection of Union is Silent

The desire for Beauty awakes the Dolphine

that possesses the Soul

keeping it under the Abyss - giving It the Madness of Pan

seaking the totality of all possible 'do'-s

jumping into the river full of streams of thoughts, feelings, action

Until

The steady sound of Harph stills Its mind

freeing it from its grossness and violence

destroying the illusions

of shame and desires,

and loathsome forms of ego-structures

until the Faun appears - accepting Its True Nature

Aiming at Perfection - day after day

Purging all of 'I's - uniting with 'All'

the Will finally becomes the Self

the Faun transforms into the Unicorn

that knows the life of pure joy

and have only thoughts of clarity and splendour

Through Silence - ecstasy transcends expression

The Soul is Freed

Fate or Coincidence?

fitting like a glove
and a shoe that was used - 3,000 times
She can so easily touch us,
breaking our vows
into millions of seductions

surrounded by a glow
of grace
that is joy,
sweetness,
and love - by nature divine
mirrored in her eyes are
- our crazy omens, rituals, and spells

She hides in mystical stories
of Armenians,
Assyrians,
Egyptians,
Phoenicians,
Persians, Hebrews...
and raises her wand with laughter profane

above the abyss
She carries her game
mistaken for Essence
She pushes us Forth
to the very end of our limits
to the very top of our climb

photo taken from: http://cristalsecrets.blogspirit.com/

Gratitude

Crystal clear is my mind
Shining love in my heart
With the strong gratitude
That I am where I am
Sentient in-scent covers my skin
Sound of Aum within my silence
Subtly-constantly-opening
To Divine Light
To Divine Wisdom,
To Divine Flow,
With the strong gratitude
That I am where I am

For the seagull

Hundreds of birds flew away to make a space for a seagull – he returned from a country behind beyond, the golden guardian of birds that know no limits of time and speed and space.

He flew back from a journey you have heard of from your grand-grand-grand fathers – they narrated it as a fairytale – scared of a possibility of truthfulness of its reality – an impossible, tough and mysterious journey only reproached by a few who have the courage to enter the sacred door.

And he said: Jonathan, please re-create me again, let me go behind beyond every time a soul dares to imitate God and break the mortal edge of restrictions, boundaries, pre-programmed codes, prejudices and written and un-written laws of behaviour, of acting, of being. Let me bind my limbs with blind-fold of love, let me burn my skin disappearing in the light of inspiration, let me go through walls chanting mantras of compassion, let me laugh screaming-off the last remains of the air on earth, let me walk surrounded by the shine of the shiniest beings that have ever lived on this plane.
Re-create me Jonathan, I know you can!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

Divine Potential

Waves of Souls - look at me
Re-incarnated within Golden Rays
Showing me Sacred & Holy Pattern
of Love, Initiation, Light

Restoring itself through the code
of Divine Potential

a dream of a perfect man

a new temple will be born
out of the ruins of old worlds
a temple of twelve
merging
creation & realization
death will give birth to life
and we all will be resurrected
through the word made flesh
through a dream of a perfect man
came true

I believe in light

this morning
mermades stopped me at the entrance
of the tall dark building - my place of work:
what are you going to find within these walls:
boredom, action, peace? or just a new beginning
of something familiar but still unknown? what
are you after this veryMonday morning?
I entered with the thought - I am after light
Nothing else - just - light

Within our DNA

Deepest channel unfolds within my spine
Into the world of shadows I step
Discovering patterns that were there
From the beginning of my time

My DNA and yours interweave
Into the art of being on this Earth
Choosing our Present, Past and Future
Fully Aware of infiniteness of possibilities

Will we be able to create a matrix
That will protect our minds
Of engravings within our brains
and can we be stronger than
Curiosity,
Memory,
Darkness?

Can we be stronger than our human-selves?

Love me and we shall try!

Ancient stories

Whenever I step into the world of ancient stories
I feel my heart uplifting
Entering dimensions of light, gold and mysteries

Spirits made to shine enter my mind
Leaving traces of our eternal dreams
Connect me to me without ends

instantly healed I chose my paths
With eyes closed and heart open
To highest, to brightest, to clearest

With no hesitation

A moment without a choice

I entered a moment
Without a choice
It seduced me
With its immortality

Now I want to get-out
But it keeps me chained
Offering dreams
Of eternity

Talking tattoos
Miraculous tales of love
Fantasy escapes and
Two-faced kitten that was born in Ohio

And I turn towards the 'null' point
Sensing senselessness
Searching for the zone
Where magnetic fields re-connect
Where the polarisation of space
Come to an end
Searching for my-own
Second Coming of Christ

Walking the mile

Walking the mile
I discovered
Yungang Temple in China
Lotus House in Malta
Himalaian Buddhist Monastery in Nepal
Hare Krishna Ashram in Belgrade
Ananda Marga's Jakriti in Singapore
Komaja's Heaven in Ibiza
Sivananda Yoga Centre in Madrid
House of God's Friends in New Zealand
Krishna's abode in India
Krishnamurti's Library in Cambridge

Treasuries of Wisdom
All over the world
hidden from the passers-by
available only to the few
who have eyes to see and
ears to hear
One Message
For All