smoke of the night cig

It is so nice this vertical crack on the wall
and the spot right to the left of it
drawing a tangent of a horizontal separation
of the stage for the actors of the light show
beyond or above

Stressing the desire of the squarish light
that wants to connect to its perpendicular variant
from its longing –smoothly mixed by watercolors– shadowy edge

as if they are different from each other
because it seems so to the eye and
as if not the both is made of the same light
forgetting exactly like the mind of the body carrying that observing eye

that’s why the canvas of the eye perceives their story so

it could have been something totally different -unchanging the scene
but as said
this depends on the cleanliness of the mind of the body carrying that observing eye

and the one
Not needing much
who says
It is nice enough
is the unchanging one
that one stays
smiling always
as the true seer
seeing
the perceiver and the perceived and the story in story
knowing all
will vanish soon
like the smoke of my night cig
still Just before sleep
It is a bad habit I know
Like others say

the last day

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day a hundred day
99 th of which has already been

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day a hundred day
one left already pending

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
and still a day
but now even
less than a day
and still a day

it’s my last day
it’s your last day
it’s his last day
it’s her last day
it’s our last day
a day which has never been
so much of a day!

only knowing heals

It is not belief that heals it is the knowing
belief always comes with its opposite
belief can only exist with its counterpart
belief and unbelief therefore – both the same
Same as all counterparts
These mean duality
Duality means being in exile- separate from the truth of the self
Belief is though useful for those who do not know themselves
Those who do not know themselves believe in something and/or someone
Always something else
Always someone else than the self
and it is useful teaching and exercise for those on the path of knowing the self

because if you need to check
The palace will collapse
once you hesitate…
Hesitate means a test
Hesitate means a check
a double-check
On the single mountain path at the top towards the crest
You can’t hesitate you are the mountain there you become the crest
Thoughtless wordless

There is no hesitation for knowing
There are no double checks to knowing
There are no lookbacks for knowing
There are no tests to knowing
cause knowing is
desireless
Always content
Timeless
placeless
nameless
Knowing is the light manifesting summer in winter
Knowing is the light that contains all history
Knowing is the light of you in all as I
Knowing is I

Buddy!

bud

There was a little monster with many eyes
don’t know how many but certainly plenty
wherein an I (like in I am)
was assigned to each eye
Not always merry or friendly
ready at times to discretely vary
inciting an envy,
ignoring an essence
that all of the I’s
or eyes
come from one belly.

O what a hard time – twisting along thousands of one alley
Constantly rebalancing the ever changing resultant force of its ever changing torques
even while deciding on a method how to cross a valley

Life was Vertiginous at all times for such a little buddy – O my cuty- lodging in one body

One day he came to me wibbly for a lesson of yoga
We were doing this eastern stretch as taught in ashtanga
Where big toes revolve to touch their base until they become one toe
I said -NOW with all of your eyes focus on to one point just
Only then we shall perform this asana
Training of the minds of your eyes comes first
so that you can master the big toe gaze-

Dunno why and how
He chose to focus on a kitchen blender half-full
Maybe because that was the only object without a color
standing there in that delusively colored space painted by his eyes

however this time all of the eyes were faithful to my words
Peculiarly and even almost hungrily grasped the handle
distantly
and plunged into the water with lemon, coriander and honey
Pulsating the liquid
first gently then violently
by each inhalation
revolving it to some viscous saucy pert until suddenly
a big chunk of an eye plopped out onto the top
almost like in the process of preparing curd
and with a big exhalation it Separated from all the rest
through a whirl of Relax! Relax!
like the sound of electrons moving around the nucleus –
while a sneezy zest sank in one flocky line towards the bottom
….
….
(please stay in utthita parsvakonasana B pose for five breaths on both sides before reading the next line of the story and let someone else do the counting for you then you can read rest of the story)

He suddenly picked the chunk of an eye
and placed it on his forehead to wink Bright
and combined it with a big smile
O this shiny Eye compact and intact middled a Heart peaceful and content
and plainly phrased a Namaste word :
I guess we may as well keep the eastern stretch for another day. Don’t you think ?

Receiving a touch of my thumb
becoming one chest with me vertically
like a Lotus – home for both
Respectful towards his new body
approving this new face and phase
Not even once he cried for the lost …colors maybe … or of futility
call it A mind rephrased – without a past

Our call from this new world has its promise planted
… now
I still call him buddy and certainly
One I (like the number 1 representing a single entity) is enough TO BE
for the true journey