I silenced the barking dogs Peacefully

They said I should walk with a stick if I can
Find one…

It’s jungle here
Sticks are everywhere
but that’s not my way

I found plain cookies instead

Those ones that I love
and shared with them
We enjoyed a whole crispy pack

End of the afternoon

Now they never bark at me anymore
I can hardly notice they are there

They only guard
also for me

They barked yesterday only when I arrived with a friend

Yes I silenced the barking dogs peacefully.

March 28, 2017

 

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Chased by a hungry cloud

I stepped out
to wear
the freshness
of the night

that same
bewildering
bright light
moving
along
a hyperbolic plane
crossing the moon
of the wind

as if towards
I with one eye
a light
made of itself

could it be
could it be
the ship that brought you to me

then departed
again

was the second one
same as the first one

a word of a farewell
is just a goodbye
or a hello
in another language

was there really a second one?

but I know I shall not think
because a thought devours
and converts you to a plane

with a red and green
on the brim
sparkling the dark
within my gaze
maybe a dream

how otherwise
could you be chased
by a grim silhouette
assuming the form
of a hungry cloud
with a big open mouth

both accelerating
now towards
what I wish to call
the east

remembering
that which brings
mornings and
new beginnings

White light

I just come up
To give you a hug
My love
.

And Up Up
That white light .

I remain
Dashing skies as if
.

Everything else
Moves
Moves as if
.

I
Higher than high
Met you
because of a rhyme .

To never
Sever
Sever from you again
.

A song we are
.

that same Sakti
with or without body
.

That makes me fly
.

And
I just came up
To give you a hug
My love
.

And
Once I shall stay
When once diminishes
Once

Riddle of the biscuit alley

There is an alley
Named after something yummy
Like with you a cupatea

A lamppost of a style
in a picture
Accidental
Holding the symbol
The key

indicating
A Variable
Starring a twin
The unique sum of a three

Day is the day of today
Dont you mix it up
While you add up

The melody
of a 3 Digid number

A flame
is unique

of profound order is
not comperable to
when once seen
From left to right
In a street

As revealed
in a dream

Manifesting now
In a different order
Inspiring the dice

Invoking the triad of
which you should know
Some time

She said
To conquer time
Made of a curtain
of stories 

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
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