Alchemy of Love

Love Tantra Poetry

I see You

Every time I look into Buddha’s eyes

I give myself to You

Every time I alter one of Your thousands of names

Honestly & fully I love You

Through Christ and Maria,

Shiva and Shakti,

Krishna and Radha

With every day that passes and every breath I take

I enter gratitude for receiving Your Love

Obeying Your Laws of

Truthfulness and Ahimsa

Weaving Prana

With hearts and souls of Gaia

Through mysticism, shamanism,

sufism, and ecstatic meditations

I yearn to touch You,

to feel You,

to be You

Within this amazing Journey

of Awareness of

Your Consciousness

 What is love

Gandhi on Truth

Gandhi Quotes

'I may be a despicable person, but when Truth speaks through me, I am invincible.
I am devoted to none but Truth and I owe no discipline to anybody but Truth.
I have no God to serve but Truth.
I have no strength except what comes from insistence on truth. Non-violence, too, springs from the same insistence.
Life is an aspiration. Its mission is to strive after perfection, which is self-realization. The ideal must not be lowered because of our weaknesses or imperfections. I am painfully conscious of both in me. The silent cry daily goes out to Truth to help me to remove these weakness and imperfections of mine.'

'Believe me when I tell you, after 60 years of personal experience, that the only real misfortune is to abandon the path of truth. If you but realize this, your one prayer to God will always be to enable you to put up, without flinching, with any number of trials and hardships that may fall to your lot in the pursuit of truth. Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time. I must, therefore, continue to bear testimony to Truth even if I am forsaken by all. Mine may today be a voice in the wilderness, but it will be heard when all other voices are silenced, if it is the voice of Truth. A man of faith will remain steadfast to truth, even-though the whole world might appear to be enveloped in falsehood. When it is relevant, truth has to be uttered, however unpleasant it may be. Irrelevance is always untruth and should never be uttered.' Gandhi

SOHAM

So-Ham

Watching passing images
listening to the sounds
i feel attached to the sense of beauty
i feel detached of the sense of 'I'

-'I' that is my mind
-'I' that are my feelings
-'I' that are my words or my looks

and I feel closer to the 'i' that is SOHAM
that is OM MANE PADME HUM
that is SAT CHIT ANANDA
that exist in NON-existence
that breaths through NON-breathing
and connects to Essence that is Being
that knows no beginnings nor ends

Tantric Goddess

Love Tantra Poetry: Tantric Goddess

travelling through towns of truth
somewhere - deep within the twilight shadows
sometime - far from the mighty 'now'
i came across an alley - hidden -
amongst the sky-scrapers, street-markets, and
maze of walls of brain cells that had not be used - for ever(!?!)

- of a tantric goddess

i dived into her worlds
without an invitation
knowing
that innocence will guide me

what an experience!!!
unforgettable...

it is hard to describe this melting
it is hard to write about this openning
to the light
to the divine
to Love
Love for these tiny little creatures
that are just reflections of our thoughts

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

I will walk through the mountain to meet you
I will step in to the darkest cave to find you
I will re-descover dreams just to stay in touch with you
Entering the summer thoughts
through the snow - I will get to you

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

photo by: http://www.flickr.com/people/eyecatcher

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/

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

Magic ball

a tear slide down my throat
it was bitter - tasting it, my heart shivered
I observed it for a moment with love
and it transformed into a magic ball
with an entrance to the city of dreams
with a soul of a crystal

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

Her Majesty Love

The one who has felt Her Radiant Love
Is transformed, blessed, moved...
He has been mesmerised by the glimpse
of Her veil
That is Light Itself
But the veil - nevertheless

Seeing Her is not - living Her - nor knowing Her
And know that - loving is more difficult than dyeing
Cowards are not allowed in
Only a warrior can hope to survive
Her Majesty's Awakened state

Check: What is Love?

Louis Aragon to Elsa his wife

Louis Aragon to Elsa his wife

Tandis que je parlais le langage des vers
Elle s'est doucement tendrement endormie
Comme une maison d'ombre au creux de notre vie
Une lampe baissée au coeur des myrtes verts
Sa joue a retrouvé le printemps du repos
O corps sans poids pose dans un songe de toile
Ciel formé de ses yeux à l'heure des étoiles
Un jeune sang l'habite au couvert de sa peau
La voila qui reprend le versant de ses fables
Dieu sait obéissant à quels lointains signaux
Et c'est toujours le bal la neige les traîneaux
Elle a rejoint la nuit dans ses bras adorables
Je vois sa main bouger Sa bouche Et je me dis
Qu'elle reste pareille aux marches du silence
Qui m'échappe pourtant de toute son enfance
Dans ce pays secret à mes pas interdit

Je te supplie amour au nom de nous ensemble
De ma suppliciante et folle jalousie
Ne t'en va pas trop loin sur la pente choisie
Je suis auprès de toi comme un saule qui tremble
J'ai peur éperdument du sommeil de tes yeux
Je me ronge le coeur de ce coeur que j'écoute
Amour arrête-toi dans ton rêve et ta route
Rends-moi ta conscience et mon mal merveilleux

Krishnamurti on meditation

'Meditation is not a search, it's not a seeking, a probing, an exploration. It is an explosion and discovery. It's not the taming of the brain to conform nor is it a self-introspective analysis, it is certainly not the training in concentration which includes, chooses and denies. It's something that comes naturally, when all positive and negative assertions and accomplishments have been understood and drop away easily. It is the total emptiness of the brain. It's the emptiness that is essential, not what's in the emptiness, there is seeing only from emptiness, all virtue, not social morality and respectability, springs from it. It's out of this emptiness love comes, otherwise it's not love. Foundation of righteousness is in this emptiness. It's the end and beginning of all things.'

holographic universe

In certain circumstances
electrons
are able to instantaneously communicate
with each other
regardless of the distance between them

In certain circumstances
people
are able to read
each other's minds

Could a universe be a gigantic hologram?

If a hologram of a flower is cut in half
and then illuminated by a laser,
each half will still contain its entire image

Universe as a seamless web
where time and space exist simultaneously
and every portion is infinitely interconnected

Me and you that know each other
fully even though we have never met

Brain as a hologram that
select frequencies out of the matrix that surrond us
mathematically transforming them into
perceptions,
feelings,
worries

People as receivers
floating through the Maya
extracting
from this sea
impressions
of their lives

Gnostic cosmology

At its birth
descending into the sea of time and space
the soul goes through
the ladder of seven spheres

Reaching Earth - coarsened by planets' touch

On its pilgrimage back - it rises
using the same ladder
merging with the planets - one by one

Taking a sweat bath with Saturn
through the earthly vale of tears
and fire that divides what is best
within the spirit, mind and life
We start our journey

Jupiter takes us from there
promising good fortune and wealth
multiplying - he binds us to Maya
of three fighting birds - black and white and red one

Mars brings more fire and sword and shield
his fire hightened, his goal is clear
more transparent & subtle soul

Sun reaches us riding the green lion
appearing mighty, strong and free
he checks us for vanity and pride
offering peace between the birds

Satwa, tamas and rajas enter the balance

Venus gives us pleasure & unimaginable joy
she comes on the peacock tale - sensual, forgetful, selfish
but mind you - She is there to check our immodesty trace
cleansing us through the magic touch of beauty and love

In Mercury's embrasse we fall,
now pure and virginal
the matter solidified - no fire can destroy it
soul's phoenix rising from flames

Luna receives us as
immaculate, purple robed king
giving us the final sublimation
pelican, with her blood, brings her
dead young back to life

The soul now has the strength
to break the power of all its demons

It is fertilised with serpent
until the serpent has
swallowed
its-own tale

Free Will

First stage is the stage of the Father
- Law and fear of God
Second stage is that of the Son
- of the Church and of Faith in the World
Third stage is the one of the Holy Ghost
- of Freedom and Intuitive Knowledge

We live in the time when all the stages are known
and we have the freedom to chose

for Sinthayu

I stopped to ask you - your name
it wasn't written on your forehead
I stopped to enquire where you came from
even though I saw a tag on your bracelet
saying - Earth's womb
I was intreegued by your voice
and love that was pouring
from your eyes
I wanted you - before I knew you
we met in my dreams
many many years ago

Spiral

What happens to decissions
discoveries, pathways that
spiral through our lives

Where are they hidden?

Can we hit the centre
whirlepooling through the universe
using
the circle of emotions, of guesses,
of little or no knowledge
of someone's elses images seen on TV
of hands that make the same mistake
of the lunetics burning in rectifying fire
of love that knows no end
of a man that could not move
attached to a cock of power
mirracolously awakened, attuned,
shaken
leaving everything behind
screaming screams that can not
be heard - only sensed

Can the magic be a life style?
Maya can...

One in a billion

Thousands will come to your rescue
And you will search and merge and divide
until no more cells are left to multiply
until no more hope is left to rectify

Bugs feed by sucking fluids from
other beings - only few are harmful
Some species suck blood - only few kill
You will seak and learn
that you are not even one
in a billion

Religion

Poggi, I will bring the candles
the cob-web is only a century old
Poggi, into the world of shadows
I will give you my thoughts to light the space

Undo the done - redo the creator's will
I will know when you fail - I have already tasted that dish
I will give you my blessings
to bring to life the ones that have already tried

Poggi

I will look after you
until the Earth stop turning
until the Stars go back to their original place
until you've gone around 101 times
until you admit that winning is not a choice
that spitting at God is not a game
that you must obay
that you must accept
mortality of your own Race

an end

Your eyes were filled with silence
I took the bullet off your chest
the knife I lost within the daw
I did not know the winner

Truely I beseached you
hundreds of coins flew into the river
and I could not stop the sparks
from becoming ferries of your choice

I cleared the path from torns and branches
'it is cosy' you whispered
from a shade of a tree
the movement was lost within her palms

And I left you - grasping for air
covered in swet and sticky dust
to lead the way to haunted houses
whose deadly scweeks scare the craw

inside the sceleton

Inside the sceleton
he slowly moves
leaving a trace of an eagle
upon an empty sky
a trace of a snake
through the short grass
a trace of a cat's fur
on a new silver sofa
a trace of tears
that blurs your sight
a trace of a touch
that will be longed for
for centuries to come

I love you

I give respect to you - silent warrior
who fight for love with all his might
I give respect to your heart echos
your call is so very precious...

I burn with love
and yet I will not say it
- not yet - not yet -
I burn with love
and yet stay still
observing
- your breath
- your heart beat
- your moves
so that I can better know
the Being hidden behind the words
I burn with love
attentive - curious - to
where this game is taking me
dancing with the ruler - Shakti, Shiva, Krishna?
Love that is indefinite, flowing, abstract
is mine and your rule - of that I have no doubt
and is there for many...
but love
that is passionate, focused, demanding
that fulfills and shakes the mountains
is there for few
That love - I'll give you
when I know that your game is pure
Celebrating your uniqueness
respecting your might
I'll give myself to you
through starry nights
through waves
through stones
this strong - this hot - this wet
find me within yourself
tonight...

Amon-Ra

Amon-Ra sits alone within the Chaos
Creating all the other Gods by jerking off

Chaos stays
Unpossessed, Untouched, Unborn
Spontaneous, Not-caused-by-anything
Perching Itself on a sky-mountain

Its Abyss comes first, Its Mother - Gaia & the Titans - Its Carriers
born through Desire

Neither Being nor Non-being
Chaos loves Mist & Cloud, Principles of Disorder

Is she your mum?

She flirts with me all the time

with eyes that belong to an angel

I told her that her hands are beautiful

so she shows them to me graciously

every time she meets me

She points at me

showing me to her friends

and nods secretly confirming

answering the question - is she your mum?

And I asked about her

as soon as met her eyes

as soon as I fell in love

with her moments of joy

- you can not have her - the sister said

both her sister and her are positive.

Positive? I enquire, still not used to terminology

- yes, she said, HIV positive

Malta doesn't allow HIV adoptions...

like in Ethiopia

I've never seen so much poverty

so much elegance

so much beauty

such gracious walks

so many warm & responsive eyes

so many blind & deaf

so much dust

so many perfect hair-styles

such wonderful climate

so little bushes and trees

so many people walking

beside each other

hugging & holding hands

so many people dieing of AIDS

so many heads turning towards

the church - praying

whenever they pass one

so many perfectly white shirts

so few old people

so many people with crutches

so many hands greeting each other

such thin cats

and friendly babies

like in Ethiopia

Elsa

She dwells amongst other babies
as their guard, spirit & echo
mirroring energies that flow
her way
- shaking the earth
when she cries - screaming
with voices from Had
- spreading amazing peace
when asleep
A child from Hell
lost on her way to Heaven
A child of our
worst nightmares
A child whose pain we would
never be able to understand
A child in transition
passing through our worlds
reminding us of who we are
A child that embodies
every parent's single fear
and she is just three months old...
Her head is three times larger than normal
her limbs tiny, distorted & white
her skin stretched, her muscles weak

and perhaps is there

to protect some of the other little-ones

of evil eyes and human stupid thoughts

taking all of them on-to-herself

did you know?

when a particle and antiparticle touch
they both disappear in a burst
of gamma radiation
that generates huge amount of energy...

for Ethiopia

i went to the cradle of civilisation
to see the root of problems
of human selfishness and un-consciousness

i went to the bottom to understand the peak
facing death, starvation, disease
i was surrounded with kindness, love and peace

is this the rule?

Love-making

The intimacy of lovemaking goes far beyond the merge of the bodies, it goes far beyond sex. The sacred union is supreme - two souls merge in a dance of physical, mind and energy interaction, creating an ecstasy known only to the few...

Nishagandhi

A rock looms out of my gloom

a distant sound of AUM becomes

louder and louder

A plunging gorge opens as a pearl

- one step and we will reach eternity

in a second

Hold on the mighty one

hold on to your mother's skirt

You stumble accross planes

leaving a bloody trail behind you

Hold on the mighty one

and in time

before your death

you might discover

the cave

carved

from tears

by the holy men

from all over the world

night-after-night

day-after-day

in prayer

i asked somebody what to bring to the orphanage
in Africa
and the answer was - don't bring presents
you can not buy present for 150 children and
if you bring a present to one, the others will feel left out
so I went and bought presents for 150 children
even if they are not my ticket to heaven one day
they will become exploding drops of happiness

I will reach the bottom
of the sea
in search
of the most amazing pearl
I will reach the bottom
in an attempt
to discover you

I don't want to hurt you
I just want to touch your belly

Love is about readiness to share
Falling in love is about readiness to give

I feel my lips pulsating
with the rhythm of love
They are hot and soft and red
Sooo ready for your touch

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!

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