The Headdress manifesto

A surreal headdress I am when placed on a head
A rare mountain herb growing over the top of rocks
A spaceship variant of the Cheshire Cat seen in space only
I am between a coral and seaweed
The unseen skyflower hidden in the tummy of a big fat cloud that wants to gift a rainbow after a storm and hullabaloo
The reflection of a Persian lilac in my mother’s admiring eyes
That inspired I am!
A delicious fruit from a tale that feeds a caterpillar
A logo of a paper tissue box 😀
I am
All other things that others say I also am and can be
because
A shapeshifter I am
A spaceshifter I am
A mindshifter I am
Always a thing I can be
because a non- drifter I am
born in fluid spaces
Fluid
FIluid
I am
And
All of these
I am I know I am
and whatever I am
I fully am
because
Unchained Unchanged
I am

and when all of these
labels and things
leave me
I still am
as I am
because
I am

Image: color pencil meditative drawing by Alin

Little Fish Big Fish Swimming in the Water

It was a fake construct
They said :
“here
this is the rock
and you …”

I am the Fish

that shall bump its nose
rhythmically
towards the crack
which seems to lead to
the greenish clearing
illuminated by
the daylight like light
shining from above

They said I am caught in a net
We all are
They said

Tied as if
from all sides
Like a marionette

and they taught me the art of
thinking

like that

bow your head to forget
to adopt a mind _shared
from the net

so that I could become

Become the fish
they wish

caught
in a net of dreams
from which they couldn’t escape

but how can I when
I know
since I know I am
I
such dream is a play of I
but the play
I isn’t

and so …
there was no reason for me to stay

I knew it right away

this ripply clinging

manifactured the imaginary sound of blinking
weaving the net

The net of fantasies
Mind born
….
….

but so I did in the end!
Haha
knowingly

because
They are like friends to me
not knowing themselves

but we can play

What else friends are for?

(Challenging myself with
Imaginary frlends
Weavlng nets
and even with those
not knowing themselves
but
maybe the play enlightens a pin hole of their brain)

So
I became a fish
as they wish

and created a fake construct
to hack their fake construct
My fishness
a shell
Empty

which I maintain daily

Fins made of color glass
with endless cuts of reflection edges
to shine lustrous
in the depths of the deep dark

to satisfy the hum-drum only
dawning the shallowness of these ever planning objective minds
made of the words
of the bump of an empty shell
which they think is the fish they most wish

They were the bait to serve to their glamorous fish hole
of their own creation

At least there will never be famine
in the fish land
until they wake up
Someday

Title inspired by lyrics

PJ Harvey’s ‘ Down by the River’

Healing 

Today my body is sick
very sick
but I won’t use any medication
This I know is a good method of observation to test how sincere I am
or is it just a mind born fantasy
My love
My love for you

Point of silence which I am perpetually in
is bliss
from where ambrosia flows as if fluid light and heals and rejuvenates all
because of your grace and my love

This body shall be healed again through your light and mine

Today my body is sick
very sick
and this I got as a blessing through the words of a sick man yesterday

I asked him how his sickness manifested
The symptoms
and dressed up with it
as he described
through his blue eyes and shirt
10 minutes later I started shaking
with pain and fewer … as he described
Next day he was well again

Today my body is sick
very sick
but I won’t use any medication
I will heal it
Centralized
Have I been true to you my love?

It is for cleansing
and purification
of mind
of body

It is a blessing I know
of this place
that comes about and shines
for and by your love only

and my contemplation
is healing with me
All there is around me

All

the magic mat

She always dreamt of having a mat
Just a mat the simplest one the safest one
On which she could lie and dream of the world
A mat to fit in
from crown to the soles of the feet
A mat that would grow with her
Making the world a home
A mat made of the skies and the earths
Encapsulating bliss
A magic mat over which
She could travel through the worlds
Worlds inside worlds
Drawn by children
With gates made of keywords
Keywords in shapes of twinkling stars
Playing a tone woven by
those true readers
that transformed to itself
All gates hidden to some
and yet open always to all
To those that resonated it and with it
Composing a pure tone
by Becoming it
Manifesting by weaving it to their own

And there one day she woke up
Under stars shining in the deepest dark
of dawn’s and of dusks
Finding she hasn’t even moved once
Her mat The world
The world a poem of love

Glassmoon

To your call I wake up
Walk in the dark
Lookup
Through what should be a window or glass
I knew it was

There is a memory supporting the theory
of the past or of yesterdays
but not for the part :
“I saw you through”

this you
hiding behind
what could be a cloud

unseen like the glass

shining jewel
Illuminating round
glaring light
with cheeks

smiling
Persisting about the hereness
Becoming my eyes
and my heart
expanding majestic

The glitter before the manifestation of an object
You are I that looks through and sees
You are I which I understand deeply
Through a moment
observing duality

Observing yeah
duality yeah
Who?
Who? me?

In my body
Tired but shocked from seeing such …
Reality

Ready to embrace you again in my arms
and forgive
for the first and the last time

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

sanctuary

I looked through the fumes of the mirror
deep into your eyes
and only then I knew to differentiate
these smokey lines of my own face
from yours
seeing the shine of my pupils
engraved in an old picture
perpetuating in yours
like an orb of grace
expanding in pastel light
oozing away
freckles of desire
unmanifest
as if traces of contractions
of a galaxy conceived
deliquesces into its unborn unity