left in public places
amid freezing temperature
poems
there for anyone in need
Sunday, September 25, 2016
storytelling
of the sacred cave and its lit candle
sanskrit mantra leaks the magic
in predawn silence
somewhere somehow
depth of oneness breath unravels eternity
sanskrit mantra leaks the magic
in predawn silence
somewhere somehow
depth of oneness breath unravels eternity
storytelling
autumn
poetic pose of single tear
shed in contemplation
all the different colors
towards nude
poetic pose of single tear
shed in contemplation
all the different colors
towards nude
storytelling
lit night river reveals
different cosmos in her gaze
his awe shooting star
from the edge of time
moon hoots in kisses
different cosmos in her gaze
his awe shooting star
from the edge of time
moon hoots in kisses
Monday, September 19, 2016
metaphysics
Love becomes winged heart only when enriched with Wisdom & Power.
(By power, I mean Willingness to Act)
(By power, I mean Willingness to Act)
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Catching up on what I wrote (second week of September)
Catching up on what I wrote during the second week of September:
~
blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
~
for her birthday
she plants rainbows
~
to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
~
~
blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
~
for her birthday
she plants rainbows
~
to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
~
Friday, September 9, 2016
Storytelling
She closes her eyelids to taste light on her skin from within her soul. Then, the breeze rushes the surge of her delight. Her heart sways a beat by the river of life. He picks it up on the other side: A beaming star.
Monday, September 5, 2016
Storytelling
I was eighteen
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight
Storytelling (Delphi)
room 11 by the river
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth
3 lines
between north star and my heartbeats
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence
Catching up (early September)
Catching up on what I wrote early September:
~
jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
~
holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
~
soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
~
~
jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
~
holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
~
soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
~
Catching up (August)
Catching up on what I wrote in August:
~
earth sings in flowers
~
in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
~
the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
~
emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
~
homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
~
pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
~
incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
~
to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
~
from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
~
first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
~
leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
~
resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
~
his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
~
carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
~
caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
~
petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
~
fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
~
to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
~
unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
~
the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
~
sculpturing wind
her feelings
~
the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
~
amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
~
~
earth sings in flowers
~
in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
~
the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
~
emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
~
homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
~
pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
~
incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
~
to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
~
from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
~
first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
~
leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
~
resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
~
his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
~
carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
~
caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
~
petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
~
fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
~
to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
~
unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
~
the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
~
sculpturing wind
her feelings
~
the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
~
amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
~
Catching up (July)
Catching up on what I wrote in July:
~
zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
~
just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
~
broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
~
360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
~
twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
~
in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
~
full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
~
in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
~
green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
~
your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
~
chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
~
barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
~
a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
~
to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
~
no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
~
morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
~
to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
~
picking cherries
mouth to mouth
~
risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
~
breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
~
eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
~
exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness
(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
~
flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
~
~
zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
~
just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
~
broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
~
360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
~
twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
~
in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
~
full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
~
in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
~
green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
~
your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
~
chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
~
barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
~
a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
~
to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
~
no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
~
morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
~
to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
~
picking cherries
mouth to mouth
~
risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
~
breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
~
eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
~
exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness
(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
~
flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
~
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