How?

How do we materialise Her presence in every breath we take?

Self

When I am close to You I get closer to My-Self

When my worlds engulf me I reach for You
escaping into Your Presence, and Your Light
and I pray for the time when Your Breath will be mine - always
and I would escape from it, occasionaly, just for fun...

Meditation

'When we raise ourselves through meditation to what unites us with the spirit, we quicken something within us that is eternal and unlimited by birth and death. Once we have experienced this eternal part in us, we can no longer doubt its existence. Meditation is thus the way to knowing and beholding the eternal, indestructible, essential center of our being.' Rudolf Steiner Shekhar, thanks for this quote http//www.pshekhar.wordpress.com

Birth-place

I have this Urge
To live
As a speck of dust
Within Your pocket
And to dis-appear
Every time you touch me
Getting re-born
Within the softness
Of the middle of Your palm

I have this Urge
To be close to You
To breath
Your breath
Just for another second
Or a minute
Or another lifetime within
The Mayas of different
Realities

I have this Urge
To jump into the motion
Of clouds, waves, a cat’s purring
To take you in
Sensing the pause
That exists in between
In and out breath
Diving into Your
Birth-place

I have this Urge
O, please take me in!

Samadhi

A part of Her
Eternal
Flowing
All-Encompassing

Fully Awake
Fully Aware
Entering the Door of No-Time
Desiring Death
While Tasting Life drop by drop
Touching the Centre of its Fullness
Feeling the Core of its Being

Floating without a movement
Rooted within Non-existence
Existing without a breath
Spreading piercing Light from every pore

Experiencing Her
Experiencing Him
Experiencing IT
Experiencing endless One

Alchemy

"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable, and therefore, not popular."-Carl Jung

Ubuntu

A person is only a person through their relationship to others

Overflow

Not Love but Overflow of Love
Not Life but Overflow of Life

Not giving when you have
but when you know that you have only £10
in your pocket to the end of the month
Giving half to the one in need

Not loving the one that loves you
but loving the one that annoys you
angers you, provokes you
Loving knowing that there is no return

Not reaching out when you know you had enough
but when you are sure that you are not sure
that you will get to the end of the month yourself
If it takes a pain from someone else

Not doing when you can but when you know
you can not because of 101 things that
plotted against you because
It meant a lot to the one who asked

Not Light but Overflow of Light
Not Love but Overflow of Love

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Keep it Simple

And the Enlightened One
Said:
Keep it simple!

All you need is to have

Proper, whole, thorough,
integral, complete, and perfect:

1. View
2. Thoughts
3. Speech
4. Action
5. Livelihood
6. Energy
7. Mindfulness and
8. Samadhi

Keep it simple!

To multiply the Light

And she got up and sensed
the womb of her mother
within the voice that whispered
'We are all One'

And she knew instantly
that Unity is the key
to the secret of Time
to the Sparks that were sent forth
to multiply the Light

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

Now

Now is Eternal
Born before its birth
'Our movement is always towards Grace'

Inteligence of equilibrium
We speed up Universal growth
Bringing Earth's future into the moment of Now

Seaking Direct, Clear Connection
to the very Source

Nothing left after 1-0-0

Yesterday I did my 100th poem in this blog
and since I believe in numbers and
am superstitious
I got enchanted by its 1-ness, and by its 0-ness
So before I get attached and all puzzled
by its beauty and its perfection
and before I stop writing
all-together
I have to write this entry
that will hopefully break the spell
the spell of eternal and only 1-0-0

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

How to change Earth

First
Accepting
The Eternal Moment of Now
Diving Deep Within

Then
Allowing Now to Magnetize us
With its Beauty
Bringing
Presence
Into our Heart Flames

Meditation

Meditation
entered on tip-toes
mountain caves depths

Working through eternity
to reach a mind
hidden behind a veil of images

Shaping stones at the bottom of a river
inheriting shapes
for the generations to come

Meditation
became my truth
Today

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

Lukhang Tibetan temple
Images are drawn from a 15th century work entitled Kunsang Gongdu, The Realization of Vast Beneficence. The Lukhang murals illustrate key episodes in the life of this great master, a direct ancestor of the Sixth Dalai Lama.

Spoon of hopes

Silence gathered like clouds
around my arms, chest and throat
I picked it up with a spoon
of hopes
that it will last for-ever

Entering the world of Silence

Your voice lingers within my heart
I hear you constantly as a word's echo

Your touch enters me with the wind’s breeze
Your tenderness captures my thoughts’ stream

You are my first and final embrace
My first and final discovery and
My first and final Love

No-One means All

In these flames I stand
Asking you to stop or start or turn

In these flames I stand
Knowing that No-One means All

In these flames I stand
To open the door that will change the world

In these flames I stand
To capture the Knowledge that belongs to You

Through the flames,
For the benefit of all,
I pray:

Let the Force Be With You!

To Light, Consciousness and Love

I reach for you
in the darkness of my empty room
Hoping you will take me
into the worlds of Oness
into the worlds of Consciousnees
into the worlds of Bliss

After I tasted your lips
there is nothing else I could long for
After you embraced me
there is nothing else that could warm me
After you desired me
there is nothing else I could ask for

Take me
Let no atom in my body
Feel anything else but your light

Take me
Let no breath I take
Stay uninspired by your wisdom

Take me
Let no heart beat
Ever beat without consciousness of you

Take me into your arms
and let me become
your flame
your dust
your wind
your wave

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

Tell me a story

He didn't even have to whisper
His words were in my mind
Loving once means
Loving for-ever

He smiled - once, and
My heart, my mind, my body
All of me
Knew - that we again hit the centre

Love song by Rumi

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself
more than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

http://www.allspirit.co.uk/rumi.html

Adyashanti

Adyashanti's name means Primordial Peace
He is surrounded with
Emptiness Dancing,
Awakening and
Secret of Silence

I met him during one dream
where he told me Truth of Being
What you are is never-lost and ever-present non-dual Suchness, I AMness, Awareness, or Emptiness of this and every moment.

Wisdom tree

Wisdom Tree
Reaches me
To teach me
Oneness
Unity
&
Love
Without borders
Without desires
Without attachments
Unconditionally
Free
&
Beautiful

Bruno on Divine Love

'...all love, all one, it feels itself no longer solicited by various objects, which distract it, but is one sole wound, in the which the whole affection concurs and which comes to be one and the same affection. Then there is no love or desire of any particular thing, that can urge, nor even present itself before the will; for there is nothing more straight than the straight, nothing more beautiful than beauty, nothing better than goodness, nothing can be found larger than size, nor anything lighter than that light which with its presence darkens and obliterates all lights.'
www.esotericarchives.com/bruno/

Bruno on Oneness

...by plunging into the depths of the mind, for which there is no great need to open the eyes to the sky, to raise the hands, to direct the steps to the temple, nor sing to the ears of statues in order to be the better heard, but to come into the inner self believing that, God is near, present and within, more fully than man himself, being soul of souls, life of lives, essence of essences: for that which you see above or below, or round about, or however you please to say it, of the stars, are bodies, are created things, similar to this globe on which we are, and in which the divinity is present neither more nor less than he is in this globe of ours or in ourselves.

This is how, then, one must begin to withdraw oneself from the multitude into oneself.

Bruno's alchemy

'...as there is no truth which is not joined or opposed to what is false, so there is no love without fear, ardour, jealousy, rancour, and other passions, which proceed from their opposites, and which disturb us, as the other opposite causes satisfaction. Thus the soul striving to recover its natural beauty seeks to purify itself, to heal itself, and to reform itself, and to this end it uses fire, because, being like gold, mixed with earth and crude, with a certain rigour it tries to liberate itself from defilement, and this result is obtained when the intellect, the real smith of Jove, puts itself to the work and causes an active exercise of the intellectual powers.'

Pankaj (or punk for short)

Today I met a dear friend of mine. The one who is sometimes a darling. Well, he was available today. :-)

His name is Pankaj. In fact I am writing this through his hands...

Yesterday he jumped in the water and I said "The water in Serbia is saltier", and he said "How did you know that I was thinking that the water is so salty?".

This man spends most of his life at his computer grappling with theory. What kind of theory? Oh, theories of everything. But what is most interesting is his theory of the relationship of theory to practice: he says that the difference between theory and practice is that, in theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. :-)

Goodnight!

When the child was a child

'Himmel uber Berlin', Wim Wenders
Song of Childhood by Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything, had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged, took off running, had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people. does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am, didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday, I, who I am, will no longer be who I am?

A simple truth of enlightenment

It is simple

just do not ever
under any circumstances
no matter who or what
is in front
or behind
no matter how soft and inviting
no matter how carefully packed
in the cob-web of illusions
no matter how fresh and inspiring
or carrying or loving
do not
ever
ever
bind yourself

the truth of enlightenment
does not breath under the chains

Tantric Light

We became one body
one aura
growing
immeasurably

We stayed within the light
that melted borders and thoughts
that opened horizont
unknown to the human minds

We became One
and we were not alone
all the sentient beings joined us
in this cosmic dance

We were all One
immersed within the Tantric Light

was it a dream?

we made love for hours
and it was
as it is for the first time or maybe for ever
pure
virginal
exciting
and he said - what a gift!
and I thought - what a gift!
lost within a paradise of senses
falling in love
again
as it is for the first time
or maybe for ever...

Crystal Ball

Crystal Ball within the
Perfection of Maituna
Coming from the Centre
Where breath becomes energy
where Earth receives the seed
Completely Feminine
Completely Still
And Giving
Like entering the center of a flower
Like caressing butterfly wings
Like sensing the eternal perfection of clouds
Like experiencing the gentleness of the spider web

violet

a violet door
took me to a violet room
the air was violet
and the feelings too
I closed my eyes and experienced
complete freedom
that was always there, within me,
I just just didn't notice...

Vecnost

unesena u centar vasione
postala sam ljubicasti prah
koji se razneo
po poljima
po morima
po prostranstvima planina
za trenutak koji je postao vecnost
za ja - koje je nestalo
za mi - koje se rodilo
i nastavilo da se radja
u nedogled

Belgrade

And I walked next to the river
and it came to me - it can not be any better!

And I run through the woods
and I knew - this is it!

And I saw beautiful faces in buses, streets, cul-de-sucks
and they all confirmed - the enlightenment is here!

Now, I stopped searching,
I just breath and walk and observe - hoping it will last
For-Ever...

unreasonable

Reasonable people
adapt themselves to the world.
Unreasonable people
attempt to adapt the world to themselves.

All progress, therefore, depends on unreasonable people

George Bernard Shaw

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

Feelings caffe

Within the feelings caffe
we drunk a coffee of compassion
that brought us back
to our purpose
on this little blue planet

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

Love

Unconditional Love
fully expanding
into the Unknown Worlds
spreads Peacefully through the Universe
and I look at it
directly, Knowingly
with the eyes
full of Wonder
full of Surprises
full of scenes of Beauty
to discover a gentle breeze
of Life

In London

In London
I saw a man covered with pigeons
Covered with their shiet
Feeding them

He was desperate for contact
- even pigeon shiet felt better
than Loneliness

In London
I saw a girl sitting on the steps
of the 18th century house
Her hair was red
and her skin white - whiter
than the whitest cheese

She was alone reading
and she was beautiful in her Loneliness

In London
I saw a man dinning
in a corner restaurant
He was also alone
but because his hair was blue - light blue
he attracted a lot of attention

People looked and
his Loneliness was broken by their stares

In London
I saw people dressed in the most colourful clothes
with the most expressive faces
and the purest aura one could imagine

And they smiled
once I managed to touch their souls
with eyes that spread Love
for their Uniqueness and their Light

ZZ and his being

it was beautiful to watch him play
it was beautiful to watch him stand

it is beautiful to watch him be

and the head-hit streight into the chest of MM
it was beautiful too, especially beautiful

he did it when no-one expected it
suprising the crowds
following his inner being
he did it because he knew it was right

and now
because of who he is
when everyone is watching,
judging, expecting, measuring, envying
he has me on his side
together with 60% of France
and 0,001% of Italy

Stay you ZZ - your you inspires me!

Awake me if you Dare

& She said:
I am the Leader of your Game
Worlds fall on-to my lap
Like ripe apples
Whenever you make me hear your Wish
Wish!

& She said:
Dwell inside my cob-web
Enjoying signs of Heaven & Hell
Tattooed onto the back of my torso
Inviting Meaning into the Play
Invite!

& She said
I am a leader of your Game
Immersed into the Ocean
Within a Shell of your Dreams
Waiting for your instructions
Say!

dream-world

I dreamt of a man
that was lost in his dream
not realising I was dreaming

The temple of now

I am God and Light and Laughter and
You searching for the warmth of my hand
I am Love that Knows
That there are no Lonely Pillars
As long as the Dome is within the Heart

Today I met a friend of mine who hasn't been around much of late.
I told him "You're a darling sometimes".
He said "No, I'm always a darling. It's just that sometimes I'm unavailable".
:-)

Golden dust

Within the darkness
every place is just
a playground
of images

Let me fire your imagination

I know you enjoy the golden dust

Within the darkness
everything is possible
that is why we get stuck and
the light becomes so blinding

Let me give you hope
that will keep you going
life-after-life-after-life

only on the planet Earth

He was looking down
through the clouds
into the pile of rubbish
accumulated underneath

No human could spot it
Only angels did
that is why they did not
decent
the last 2,000 years

It stunk
it was dirty
with re-cycled emotions
with overly-used words
with in-distructable beliefs
from the past and
other parts of the universe

And yet above it
there was the most amazing scent
the most amazing energy pattern
with intricate designs and
beautiful colours
with healing properties
and Eternity written all over it.

The flower of Human Divine Thoughts...

Sting

I knew nothing of his story, his history,
his paths but
I sensed a Wizard in his presence
and I was right
He took me for a ride
into the wildness of Space
visiting Horizonts we just dream of
and connecting to the Source
His horse was Light
His music Portal
to the core and beyond

Shiva-Shakti

We met again
In the mist of an empty room
We met again
And it felt
As though it is the first time
It always does!
Stripped from all the surfaces
Deep within us
Two hearts
That love
Indefinitely
Completely
Fully
Shiva and Shakti

Tribali

Tribal Tribali
Dancing
Moving into Space
Rhythm of the night
Touching our core
Going deep down
Where all the beginnings lie
Subtle
Strong
Intuitive
Magical
They gave us themselves
We became a part
Of Love

http://www.tribalimusic.com/

mentally clear

Mentally clear - connecting heaven and earth
Full-heartedly expressing Spirit
I was inspired by your presence
I was uplifted by the shine in your eyes
Thank you

svest

Svi satovi su iznenada stali
dotakla sam srce
da proverim da li jos uvek kuca

Usli smo u stanje bez-vremenosti
u stanje okeanske bez-konacnosti
i potpune - velicanstvene - svesnosti

a story of an abused child

She is gentle and fragile. She is kind and understanding. She is love incarnated.

Her body talks for her, expressing her emotions, thoughts & worries stronger than her words. When she laughs, she laughs loudly, holding her stomach and deeply bowing her head, when she dislikes something, she frowns as though the end of the world is approaching and even if she tried, she could not, in any possible way, she could not, keep her face motionless. Her hands move swiftly around her body emphasising her stories. She would even move her legs, if only she does not need them to keep the rest of her body upright. Her emotions are strong, fertile, instantaneous, very child-like and completely visible to anybody who cares to look. She is a sensitive flower, with white petals that stay white no matter what mud she has just been through. She is completely open, like an open book, the one that the cruel would love to tear and the kind would love to comfort.

Now, to have such a face, is not that easy, because a shop-assistant that has no goods that she desires, will quickly feel offended by her frown and withdraw into hostility. The tired, the numb, the motionless, and these are many, the ones that have learned to hide anything that happens within them, would get confused and than quickly offended by her childish look and touch, and would try to do anything to stop her from being who she is. They mother her and father her or ignore her and hurt her, depending of what stage of animal to human evolution they found themselves in. And yet, she does not mean to harm - anybody.

Whenever I meet her I realise that I have never met anybody so tactile and humble in my life. When she talks her eyes are shining reflecting all the enthusiasm of her talk, when she is silent she withdraws into the depths of the silence only known to a few – to the ones who know and the ones who were abused. She would withdraw when in a presence of a group of people she doesn’t know, when in a presence of older men, men of authority, when in a presence of anybody cleverer, more beautiful and more confident – and these are many.

She does not remember her story but I do because I saw it. She spent 2 years of her toddler life in a hospital, surrounded by white coats and needles, by faceless bodies and soulless rules that would not allow her parents in, unless it is a weekend and it is a visiting hour. She says, she remembers a dog barking and the child within her scream – it is them, it is them, it is my mum and my dad and my sister arriving. I remember being extremely happy because I am gonna see her again, and I will give her a bear that I got as a present and I saved to protect her from the emptiness of a dark room, from monsters under her bad, from other children’s pain, from grown-ups insanity, from night-mares, from lone loneliness that only a child left on its-own can know, and I was there and there was a woman standing at the door barring my entry – you can not come in, she said, there is a virus in the town and we do not want it spread. You do not understand, I said in my little mind, I do not have a virus, I have her bear and I have to give it to her, it is hers to protect her from your awfully white coat, and these awfully white walls, and that awfully white bed that hides insanities of this strange world. And I run under her wide spread legs to the bed where I will see her eyes and give her what was rightfully hers.

Going out of the hospital with 2 metal rods to strengthen her legs, 2 years later, with a mother that would not allow her to do anything, scared for her every move, scared for her-own motherhood, scared for the future and the future of the future. And S was fine, she was strong, and she could do it, she could do anything if she was just allowed – but she wasn’t. She wasn’t allowed to walk, to talk, to read, to move, to act, to stretch, she was not allowed to be. And she was sent to school and she suffered because everybody seamed to do better, to know better, to be better. And children sensed the possibility of a bloody hunt and that amused them and they became hunters dreaming every possible cruelty to harm her. She is scared of needles, so they got needles and chased her around the court-yard so that they can catch her and sit on top her and put the needles into her tender skin and hear her screaming – and nobody did anything about it. Teachers, parents, passers-by, not a single grown-up raised their voice to stop this fury that had no reason and no end, to stop the sado-masochism that was carefully cultivated among these cruel little minds. And this generation was particularly cruel. Our math teacher found a fastidious pleasure in torturing her in front of the class proving to the class and himself and her how worthless she is.

I was one year younger than the rest of the class and I was not their equal. I was waiting to grow-up so that I can face them and stop the sickness that was surrounding us. And I did it, some years later, as soon as I could, after I stopped crying in the corridors waiting for somebody to notice. And she, she bared it all, burring the experiences under the thick cote of memories and losing them because they were too scary to remember. But I stayed conscious, because I was too scared that if I forgot everybody would and the story would repeat again, as it did so many times. And I saw my mum losing the control because S didn’t listen, because she was too strong to be broken apart, and I saw her changing her thrashing tools from a hand to a belt, taken off my father’s trousers, to a coat hanger or a flying ash tray if they could help her burning rage. She was unconscious of her unconsciousness and she lived surrounded by her own shadows, by her own guilt of being a mother of an abused child.

And contrary to all odds, S. did not get angry, did not need to forgive, and did not rebel, she responded with kindness unknown to human race, a quality dreamt of, by some of the most devoted Buddhist. Do not hurt anybody in front of S. – she will do anything to help the victim, to stop you, to diminish the pain. She will get-up to give you her chair no matter how much younger or fitter than she you might be. Her soft smile and soft touch and a kiss even for a stranger, and her incredible awareness of other people sufferings, sometimes feel unreal in this world of human contours that so viciously fight for their small ‘self’ forgetting the other, any-other.

She is gentle and fragile. She is kind and understanding. She is love in-personified. Her body talks for her, expressing her emotions, thoughts & worries…

to Ken Wilber with love

I have a book in my hands - Quantum questions by Ken Wilber
Mystical writings of the world’s greatest physicists
And I hold it with the most tenderness because I feel
It deserves It
And I try reading it over-and-over again
And I leave it aside because I have difficulties
Getting into his Brain

For some years now I am writing my first book that talks about
Science and Mysticism
And finding Him
Was a beautiful Discovery
I just need to pass the line Ken has set to separate Him from the Rest

But every time I put my hand on the book
I feel Love and Wisdom
Streaming through
And I hope, I really do
that my mind will find a way to tune-in to His

http://in.integralinstitute.org/
http://wilber.shambhala.com/

Inward Movement

Inward movement whisper
a bird flew onto my palm
to fulfill
a child's dream

inward movement scream
connecting to Aliens, Gods and Super-Humans
to unleash
the reasons why

inward movement prayer
a foot breaks with a full force
to get us
where we wanna be

Human Nature

If I treat you like a King
will you treat me any better?
If you treat me like a Queen
will I treat you any better?

Moon

'There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street'

penned by Sting, courtesy of Mark

I do not do ordinary

Somebody called me today and said – I am just a normal bloke,
I am just a very ordinary chap but I love you

He must have dialed a wrong number
Or just got terribly confused

Because
I don’t do ordinaries!

Ordinaries do not play with love
Ordinaries do not touch with care
Ordinaries do not work with fun

They love
Only
When they get up on the right foot
When their girlfriend is angry with them
When their children are healthy or perhaps exceptionally sick
When they have no other worries or perhaps an exceptional worry
When money is not an issue
When their ex-wives do not shout at them
and of course
When the weather is good

Extra-Ordinaries sense the beauty in any wind
And they move with gentleness with much ease
They listen to their Souls and other people’s Souls
Taking every single day
As though it is the last one

Beauty is their armor
Love - their sword
Truth - their shield

They love because they worship love
And no girlfriends, money or thoughts
Can stop them from their quest

The ones I love and the ones who love me
Are extra-ordinaries
Love has a natural affection – it sticks only to them

So, sorry, wrong number - I do not do ordinaries - they are not fun!

This morning

Lemon trees
and a cat streching
under a bench
on a white step
at a street corner

Joy of Love

Joy of Love flows through me
laughing and screaming
just like Alex would

Joy of Love melts me
connecting us - exactly at 10:00
when my Guru thinks of me

Joy of Love takes me in
to bring Knowledge
of Eagle's flight

Joy of Love breaks into me
leaving traces of timelessness
guiding the flow of Life

Joy of Love

as
the deepest
Experience of Present

as
an open
Window of Consciousness

as the centre
of
all our endings and
beginnings

as the most Mystical
reality of Unity

connecting
with the depths
of Truth

opening new
path-ways and
possibilities

Radiating
Being
Spreading

Joy of Love

Force of Life

Defining the intention
of our heart's desire
we discover
the Force of Life

Vision of Light

How many of you wish to be Wizards
when you grow old?

How many of you want to fly?

I wished to become a dragon – he said
And he looked at us with eyes filled with fire

The Wizard of Earth’s Sea
Descended to tell us a secret of

ABRACADABRA

Get to know – he said - God’s true name
The word will initiate Power
Gate keepers of Ancient Knowledge
Will open their doors s
Mythological Archetypes will start their dance
Leading you to your tribal clout

Skeletons scattered over the burial grounds
Ancestors with their weapons and spears
Saints and Demons
Doctors and Gypsies
Healers and Witches
Will join you
To celebrate
The Birth of Self
Power of the Mind to change the Body
The Vision of the Dominion of Light

Kundalini dance

Dark and cold and wet
were Her hands
I felt Her chilly breath
inside my throat
Her claws deep inside
trying to find traces of
Fear
within me

I stayed still
Accepting
Openning
Receiving
And within a moment
She was inside
Two fingers below
My belly button

And in there
She found no traces of shivers
no traces of resistance
no traces of weakness
just clear pure
Passage - Way

And then She grew
into Her most Powerful Self
and She stood Undisturbed, Unmoved, Unchanged
totally Free
and She screamed

AAAAAUUUUUUMMM

From the centre of the earth
Through the tunnels of the caves
To the surface of the volcanoes
The most powerful

AAAAUUUUUUMMMM

To open

Mountain tops
untouched by clouds and rain
Cherry fields
in their full blossom
A dog running after a train
filled with the excitment
A witch laughing at passers-by
mirroring their paranoia
Death looking us in the eyes
searching for the chosen few
Capable
to see the Key
behind Her Magic Veil

Open with a touch of consciousness

A world full of impressions
a world full of light
hiden within the hury
of a non-believer

For Marguerite

Our Lady was watching us
From the distant Church
Sea behind Her
Painting the most amazing Blue

Come, She said, let me give you
The secret of your Dreams
The magic of Now

With your eyes closed
Holding a safe hand
Discover in a glimpse
How beautiful
A flower
Can be

A tiny, tiny one
With its intricate textures
With its intricate shades
With its intricate scents
Looked out from a crack
Born between two rocks

If I have passed it
As usual
Blind-folded
With my thoughts, feelings, and worries
I would not have even noticed
Its little intention to reach perfection
for Life, for Beauty, for God

Alchemy

The Angel at the gate of Eden
Stays still – his sorrow truly there

He takes Adam and engraves
into his aura - two inspired arts
Qabbalah and Alchemy

Their mysteries spread into the three worlds
Divine, Human, and Earthly
Unveiling secrets of
Father, Son and Mother
Secrets of life and death

Promising he will let him back in
As soon as he masters Wisdom's code
Promising he will remove
the curse of the forbidden fruit

Opening again the gate of the Lord’s Abode

Living Now

Living in the Rhythm of Now
gives us
Abundance of Opportunities

Magic spell

Join the path of Fortune
this is your chance to fly
giving you Power of unreachable Heights

Can you hold it and keep yourself hooked
to its eternal stream?
Can you stand a glare of its
blinding light?
Can you survive its magic spell
that takes away everything you called
yours or mine?

Join the path of Fortune
this is your chance to fly
giving you Power of unreachable Heights

Spiral wisdom

The Core
That hides in the centre
Of a Spiral
Still hides
Secrets of Beginnings
Known to Shells,
to DNAs,
to Constellations, and to us
if we just Re-connect

Like a battery connecting to electricity
life to sun,
and breathing to air
our Source lies within it

Through our selfishness we lost it
through our truthfulness we’ll gain it

Following the clues
within the spiritual novel of our Souls

When you make something beautiful
a fairy comes to live in it

When you say something beautiful
a wind comes and takes it and circles it
around the Earth three times
until all the birds have heard it

We do not source Power
We invite it in

I invite you - Power

Breaking spells that had their use,
sometime in the past,
and are now creating my-own prisons

Releasing Freedom,

Merging Left and Right

For the benefit of All

Divine Intention

This is a spring of your desire
let Her come out into the light
in Her best dress
of Divine Intention

Magic of change

If you keep your imagination locked-up
you can not change the world
Re-lease it &
a caterpillar will become a butterfly
in a second

Yin and Yang

Did you know that the DNA of a caterpillar and the DNA of a butterfly are completely different?

In the process of changing from one to the other, the divine of the other dispersed the one, to that extend that no cell was left, no similarity could be traced back for centuries.

Death of an identity dissolves one reality into another and Self becomes what the wildest imaginations have dreamt of.

Self becomes Un-imaginable and Un-breakable, an Un-disturbed Source.

Redeeming our right to divine

This is the astrological story of now, that connects us to our path.

Our ancestors’ tales repeat over and over again and the patterns of their endings come to us to haunt us.

To break them from re-appearing we realize their meaning and their ties, we excavate them – re-discovering, re-opening, re-doing their beginnings, their teachings, re-tracing their trails.

Re-deeming our right to a different story, we enter into the magic of stars and their manifestation on Earth. Venus dances her Universal dance with Jupiter passing through Leo, Mercury is retracing his steps through the house of Scorpio, Uranus and Neptune are waiting for us laughing in secret and conspiring a plot of no return.

Our relatives have lived it, it is written within our books, our parents have known it and we are here just to follow it. Or maybe not...

What if we can break the pattern into pieces? What if we can allow our imagination to take charge? What if we are given Freedom to chose?

What if we become surprising in our language and our action, if we chose not to obey, if we deliberately break the patterns that are established before the beginning of time.

What if we run on the fuel of wonder, turning towards every new day with a surprise. Wonder invites something that is larger than ourselves into our worlds.

A powerful magic comes into our lives in dangerous times to awaken us from our slumber.

A magic of regression, takes into our lives a magic of reflection.

If we head straight ahead there is a big chance that we shall reach where we are heading – a Wise One said – and the fear entered the Minds and we stopped, astonished. We abandoned our dreams and turned away from our intentions scared within the playing field of illusions. The divine looked too far, so we turned back to our earthly selves. A powerful magic is now needed to bring us back into the path of self-fulfilled, and self-realised.

This is the magic of our willingness to connect with our highest potential, the magic of our belief in fairies and their golden dust.

If the water is poisoned it might not bring us death. If the water is poisoned bring it to the light and ask the poison to separate from it and blow away the dust that accumulates on the top drinking the rest. Light will readily help you and eagerly disperse the darkness – just ask for it.

Excavate, Liberate, Create

Open the door of the inner prison and
Liberate the Freedom from its chains

Freedom of expression, thoughts, words
Freedom of dreaming your-own Life
Reclaiming your Magic
Imagining a better World
Inviting a Divine Puropose
Dancing your Highest Self

Freedom to be a snake, a butterfly, a spiral
Experiencing the centre of Life and the very core of Evolution
Changing the pulse of the Universe

Open the door - Freedom is waiting

YOGA In a pursuit of happiness

Could you imagine a day when you would be able to wake up and consciously decide to be happy? Could you imagine a time when you would be so much in control of your own mind, that no worries, disturbance or misfortune could throw you off balance? Could you imagine how powerful you would be if you are in control of your own thoughts and your own emotions?

In the pursuit of happiness, some 5,000 years ago the first Vedas were written in India - scriptures with rules underlining all yoga systems today.

Reading the five major principles of the system, I cannot but see the strong connection between yoga and all the health systems found in today’s modern world.

The first principle is Proper Relaxation – Hundreds of magazines come up with hundreds of recipes for proper relaxation: relaxation is our natural state – we tense because we get out of this natural state. Walking, bathing, massage, resting are just a few of them, one can come up with, in search for a relaxed body that will lead to a quite mind. We close as we age – physically and emotionally, and as we refuse to change, our body gets stiffer. If you close your eyes and remember yourself when you were younger, you could easily take in the lightness of your being, your chest will open, your breath will become deeper, and love and flexibility will enter your body, together with the enchantment of relaxation.

The second rule is Proper Exercise. You are probably saying, I’ve heard this before, but I promise these are the rules you will find in any yoga book, and they ARE 5,000 years old. Our body is very mechanical and we need to give it a proper treatment. We need to take responsibility for its proper maintenance. We need to lubricate it, fuel it, and run it – not too fast, as not to break the mechanism, nor too slow, so that the mechanism doesn’t start to rust. We need to learn our body’s response to exercise and to apply and to apply the best exercise to its parts – an exercise that will stretch and properly build our mussels muscles, also challenge and shape our bodies in the best possible way. We are all unique and there is no single formula that applies to each and every one of us, we need to listen to our body, learn its secrets, and work with what we have learned. Exercise can work wonders – it can bring you out of a depression and lethargy, it can help you develop the necessary posture, or give you an extra push to enjoy life even more.

The third rule is Proper Breathing. I tried to remember this the last time I was at my dentist, Ivan, and I realised that no matter how conscious I was, I would completely stop breathing every time I was afraid. We do that in every single situation in life – we either breathe faster or slower depending on what’s in front of us. Yoga has developed a whole science of breathing, that is, how one should breathe in different situations. Yogis even claim that with a particular type of breathing they could overcome gravity and start levitating. You don’t need to learn how to levitate, it is enough to be aware that a deep breath will bring you relaxation and that with altering your breath you could alter your state of mind.

The forth rule is Proper Diet. Here we go again – lots of water, lots of veggies, lots of fruit, balanced intake of vitamins, minerals, metals, no pesticides, no conservatives, no poisons, no stimulants, no sugars, etc, etc – I am sure you’ve heard this before…

The fifth and the last principle is Positive Thinking and Meditation. Now, here we get all confused and we start mixing up terms, methods and paths. Positive thinking is OK, but meditation? Yes, meditation! Meditation is not only for the privileged, religious or crazy. It is not only about endlessly repeating mantras, words that only a few really understand, but it is also about paying attention – being fully present – free of the past and the future, about developing concentration and focus, learning how to stop the flow of useless thoughts, walking next to the sea or observing a flower or listening to children’s laughter. It can be applied to all areas of life. Meditation is a tool on a path of inner peace.

And this brings us back to the very beginning, that is, to the pursuit of happiness.

Yoga is a living science encompassing many aspects of physical, mental, emotional and psychological education, so I find it really hard when people tell me – I practice yoga for its physical benefits, and its philosophy does not interest me. Is it possible that there is anybody on Earth who is not interested in the pursuit of happiness? No, surely not!

Loosing your 'I'

Whether you will get lost
in the amazing vastness of the sea or
in the whisper of tree tops deep inside the forest or
in the snow covered mountain heaps or
within the warmth of a body in the morning mist
Just get lost - it is soooo worth it!

Self-Remember

When Life on Earth reminds you

Of a theatre performance
that you have performed a thousand and one time

Of wearing shoes
that belong to someone else

Of living in Africa
surrounded with immense wealth - starving

Of trying to reach and never managing
'cause the goal is invisible

Of circling endlessly day after day
and reaching the same bloody useless spot over and over

Of words that are never said
'cause the moment got lost in an explosion of self-importance

Of a hand that longs for a hand-shake
in a land that ignores hands

Of a life of a battery grown chick
that ate its feet thinking they are food

Of a homeless child's face
that is searching for his family just after Tsunami

Stop!

Stop
To hear the clatter of cutlery just before a lunch
carefully prepared by a grandma
waiting for a reunion of her family

Stop
To breath the air that smells of jasmine
in early spring
and disappear in the eyes of a 6 year old
that tells you she is in-love

Stop
To touch the fur of a cat
that keeps coming to you
no matter
how long you've been away

Stop
To see the balcony
of the 18th century building
you pass by unnoticed
on your way to work

Stop
To see the faces
in a crowded bus
reading their stories
one by on

Stop
To watch the sea
as it greats the land
in an endless
rubbing of noses

Stop
to Self-Remember

Relax

God is in control!

Keep it simple

She said - keep it simple
that is the secret!
De-touch
De-tox
De-rail
Nothing more, nothing less
De-touch from resentments, repulsions, run-downs, revulsions
De-tox from animosities, antagonisms, antipathys, aversions
De-rail from malevolence, malice, maliciousness, malignancy
And be
Determined-in-Love
And
Dare-to-Do-it

Mother

Mother - where are you?
Mother - who are you?

Wholly feminine
Wholly virginal

Opening potentials
of new beginnings
Hiding the possibility of Form
behind a Thought

Box

I saw you
Aimlessly and endlessly
Circling

Not figuring it out
Not figuring it out
Not figuring it out

Like a lion in a cage - for 20 years
Like a lost piece of paper - very important
on the bottom of an old bag
Like a touch of an old woman - asking for support
And remembrance of some warm moments
in the cob-web of her past
Like his hand reaching for hers
and receiving just a cold stare

Like catching up
Like trying to catch up
Like giving up

On holiday - not finding anybody home
At work - not seeing anybodies face
Sitting on a chair that becomes
more and more expensive
every year
until no more diamonds are left unused

Do you believe in diamonds - he asked?
Do you believe in the way they reflect the light?
Do you believe in their shine?

I noticed the blue around his hair
It was an angel touching his soul

He put everything he had -
Every single thing that mattered
In a box

The box was screaming

Waiting for a day it will be opened
To uncover
Secrets
Of life that was not to be
Because of fear

izbor

Nosimo kopce na dusi
i sve malo
ne vidimo
kada se jedna od njih
otkopca
i pusti vetar
u centar nasih bica

Pustamo se trenutku
da mozda on zadovolji
san o sreci
koji plese u krug
u nasim glavama

Imamo samo jednu sansu
ali se ona srecom
uvek iznova
ponavlja
dopustajuci
alternativnim realnostima
da se materijalizuju

Unity

What are we seaking to nourish?
Who is the One we want to protect?
Where is the Soul that we listen to?

Established in our search the answers come easily
They are hidden within the shades
Of every single tree

Grace to mind's quest
Clarity to heart's one
Together in Unity
You Can listen to your heart
And yet stay the master of your Fate

Radost postojanja

Radost postojanja
Dotakla sam svoje telo
I nisam nista drugo mogla osetiti
Do svetlosti - svete svetlosti

Ecstasy

. . . You do not need to leave the room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. (Kafka: The Great Wall of China: Stories and Reflections)

night noise

Past displayed - words lost
just a tear
swept under the carpet

Yesterday that becomes tomorrow
leaving burried
shinning stars

Night of Iguana

Night of Iguana
pours down through our windows
Time passes
without touching us

Will we be able to see his secrets
or will we dive
into another oblivion
within the well of our lonliness?

Icarus

It was
a long
long
fall

And yet
He made it
He saw the Queen
She was beautiful
She was serene
In-describable

Icarus, my son, he said
Keep at a moderate height,
If you fly too low - the damp will clog your wings,
If your flight is too high - the heat will melt them

And yet, did he know, wondered the youth falling
Did he know what hides above
Above the clouds, the light and heat– did he know?

As he neared the ocean,
He smiled and whispered
Dad don’t cry, if given this chance again
I would not - for anything in the world - have missed it!

Promise

I cougth an angel
in between two heart beats
hiding
and to let her go - she promised
she will come into your dreams
tonight

yin and yang

A sigh of weeping willow landed onto my palm today
It got lost
On its journey from one dimension to the next
Searching for happiness

A message from a friend

Please don’t be sad.

Sorry if I am a pain. I can’t help it as I was dropped on my head when I was a baby. Then I was abandoned in a dark forest by my wicked step mother and left to live with the wolves. Then I was turned into stone for a few years by an errant Medusa. Then I nearly got put in an oven by a wicked witch who fattened me up with sweetbreads. Then I got put in a dungeon with an iron mask for 25 years until my beard was as long as my arms.

But..then I met you and became happy!

So if you are unhappy, then all these bad memories come back! So please SMILE!!

Plato's cave

In Plato's cave, prisoners are chained in a cave facing a wall, unable to turn their heads. Imagine, walking down a long dark cave that is turned into prison. And imagine at the end of it, you come across a wall in front of which on a stone bench sit people chained to each other and chained to the bench and they sit there living their lives day after day not being able to recognise that they are prisoners. Behind them burns a fire and puppeteers hold the puppets that cast shadows on the wall of the cave. The prisoners look at the shadows, observe their movements, believing that what they see is real. That is the only reality that exists for them - they believe in it full-heartedly.

And after you have imagined all of this ask yourself: How much time in our lives we spend really feeling, seeing, hearing, tasting - really living, and how much do we spend observing the movements of the shadows on the wall in front of us? How many hours of the day we spend passively chained to the chairs of our choosing and how many we spend running in the woods?

Shining love

Today I pray
May I be Shining Love to all I meet today
May I be Consciousness and Light with every breath I take
May I carry within my actions Your Wisdom and Your Joy and
May I have courage and trust to take on all Your Paths
May I live my highest Self, even within the shadows of my lower one
May I be buried within Your Grace and
May all else melt away