How can I stop talking about love?

How can I
- Stop talking about love?






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to Gandhi, About Non Violence

Poem about non violence

Spiritual Poems

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

What is Creativity?

let's become saints

Spiritual Poetry

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

Tree of Life

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

Silence

Spiritual Poems

Embedded 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 thousand of corpses
One amongst thousand of newborns

Here
Within Your Kingdom
I stay

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Unconditional Love Poem

Spiritual Love Poetry

O Love,

I shutter at 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 screams

that awaken, illuminate, inspire

the dance with the Spirit

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

dying...

Check my article: What is Unconditional Love?

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Chanting Mantras

Chanting Mantras

It is so sweet

to dance and sing your name

and sit in your lap

bathed with your light

it is so sweet

to listen to the giggle

of the new be-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 the very essence of the soul

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• Baba Nam Kevalam

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...

Amber

90 million years old
stolen 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 tear a life-frame
of past so distant and yet
so near
does it also in its depth hide
our eternal stride?

Symbols and Signs: Tree of Life

Neruda - Sonnet LXXXI

Neruda 

'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

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Mindful Being Articles

Neruda on nakedness

Neruda 

Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails -
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves -
and becomes a naked hand again.

Pablo Neruda

Conscious Mind Articles

Spiritual Work

Art of 4 Elements Spiritual Poetry 

the time has stopped…

i looked into your eyes and realised

the reason we were not yet born

it was because we were waiting

for the stars to fall

and ice to melt

before we act

to re-discover

the primary relationship

to the one Self

it is so much easier to do nothing

expecting Gods and Ferries to bring Luck

because 'of-course' we all deserve It

and to claim that the path of Warriors leads nowhere

staying stuck within the battle of

Krishna and Pandavas

and yet

it is so much more beautiful and rewarding

to get immersed within the Work

to attempt the climb

of Virtues that sculptures the Will Power

towards our Divine Potential

towards the possibility of living Love

every single day,

every single minute,

every single second,

with every pore of our bodies

if we do not make that effort

the gutter of our Boredom, Fears, Dishonesty

will readily and happily take us in

and before we know it

we will be

soaking in the mud

of our own visions of unhappiness

if only we find the strength

to break through the laziness

and well established patterns

if only we cut mercilessly our Ego

that hides behind the Mind

and Its endless wheel of chatter

we could open our Self-s

to discovery

of endless possibilities

of Bliss

Conscious Mind: What is Creativity?
Be different from everyone else! Challenge the Existing...

footprints in the snow of time

uncovered by Saturn's insight-full tourch

karma's cloud colours the Soul

cealing love's bites with magic light

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

a day after a storm

Fantasy

Illusion

Dream

Within the reflection on the retina of your eyes
Within the mirror image of the clouds
just off the coast of Maltese waters
yesterday - a day after the storm
Within my vegetable soup
And the smile of my grocery man
Who knows the truth of it all

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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

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High Priestess

The shortest path is from 6 to 1
Connecting 'I' with Godhead

The High Priestess guards its doors
She is Shechinah - the Spirit of the Lord
She is the Moon's reflected light
Heavenly Isis's Spiritual Shine

The Mistress of Hidden Wisdom
Stands between two columns - one black, one white
Bathing in the 'borrowed' light
Keeping our Personality she fills us with God

She gives us
Seekers for everlasting Happiness
The most secret & intimate
Initiation

Deck created by Anna Franklin

Truth hidden in a hand-shake

She was touching my hands - hers were cold, shaking
Please tell us if we can help you in any way – please do
Establishing herself within the realm of ‘WE’
I’ve heard so much about you – she said - and she wanted to say more, to share, to cry, confirm
She knew I know
I knew she knows
He knew we both know
We all knew - but we left it un-spoken
I saw her jealousy and insecurity - but she was so very beautiful within it
I wished to hug her - my hands were warm
And I heard her cry to have her man only for herself – and there was no doubt she will have him
Totally, fully, selfishly, until the end of times
Just without his heart – unfortunately for her - he is a very rare bird
Found in the forest of humans every now and then – purely as an exception
Created by some weird malfunctioning of DNAs
He is a monogamous creature – that knows how to love only once
He locked his heart within a golden windowpane
Silenced it, removed it, and protected it by thick walls of forbidden shivers
Within the world of hidden memories that has once known Love

And has decided - not to fight for It

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

to the Serpent

So much celebrated
So much cursed

Serpent of Garden of Eden

Life that goes Forth
With the Knowledge of Good and Evil

Life that multiplies and destroys
Everything It touches

Life that is: 64 (32 x 2) Taoist images of all that happens
In heaven and on earth
- 32 Kabala’s symbols of 10 God’s Utterances and 22 paths
that connect them

Life that is: Consciousness
That goes Forth to-wards Divine
Through the Tree of Life and its Sefirots
Through the Yi Jing transformations
Through Shiva and Shakti dance on the floor of Maya

To the trinity of Father / Son / Holly Spirit
To Sat / Chit / Ananda
To Kether / Binah / Chokhmah
To the ascend above the Abyss

Serpent
That fertilises the Soul
- until It has swallowed its own tale
That flows through Sushuma-to-Sahasrara

Kundalini

Qi

Life Force

I follow Your Wisdom