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

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

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

A hiding dream

Sometime ago I have promised myself
If I see a rainbow and a red balloon

sync to the same feeling of a recognition

that these are maybe sentient
and be puzzled about the oddness of such an appearance

that in fact I have already known they would appear Unknowing whether the feeling of immediate recognition has created the puzzlement or the feeling of inspiration gave rise to such visibility that it is not a deja vu and because I say it is not then maybe it is that a knowing and the visibility is simultaneous Like the ‘which comes before cliche chicken and the egg story’

then that would be a proof that I am in a dream

And this already happened a couple of times and I haven’t even awakened yet to recall I mean if that would be a dream… but forget about it My swollen leg could be the only cure to disprove and although these two events seem to occur at different times such thing do not happen before or after It is exactly at the same moment and because of each other Perception of time is unit here therefore inconsistent to explain the occurrence of an event i.e. time is directly proportional here to the feeling that pinned it to space and always accessible by that very specific feeling which always is one and the same in essence being the essence but in this case specified somehow as if it relates to a color or form

like that red balloon the other day!
burying half of its jelly-belly in the gutter
of a high building
while I was crossing
It did so almost whistling
as if there was nothing to see!
but the big-Red blushed
instantaneously
haha
laying there bare what could not be shrunken from my inspiration
A drizzly beauty glowing under the autumn light

and That rainbow ? how would you explain that rainbow ?!
also the day before this one
You know which one I mean
same way again
Camouflaged by the smokey motion of two mingling
clouds while we were doing asanas ..
such an unmissable catch to our gaze
Triggering exactly same knowing
Slowly paling in style
by each exhalation
as if it never showed up
Alas shining bright again
by each cloud-fading inhalation

of ours
Knowing This game
Observing from a Still point
between these two stretchy ends
And knowing that
…
Knowing is always and only there to knowing

Like you actually
Yes like you ! that
you are always here with me everywhere
when I don’t think about you but know you
See you through your eyes
Like the balloon and the rainbow

So maybe…even
Not so much different than you ?!?
Maybe even not at all different than you!

but in that case are you maybe also then in the same dream?

Wow! So
maybe you could even catch that balloon for me
when I’d throw it to you over the rainbow
for the Play!
or are you still going to hide then?
or say
wake up my love
this was the hiding game in the dream ?


but what if
what if
I wake up and see
you point at a real rainbow /?
because maybe I fell asleep after we played with a red balloon/?
using it now
as my pillow
for a while

?
always for a while until I wake up again
and again
In these fields of wonders

nicky

Nicky, June 2016, pencil, ink watercolors on paper
this postcard was a gift for an inspiring person full of love and courage

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!