Before and I

Raging oceans devour life matter
erotic volcanoes erupt fertility
pompous gusts rewrite the geography
surreal sky thunders hundred voices
the earth tremors, discovering its own depths!

Long before time existed, afore beginnings
when eons faded into a black hole
while existence did not exist yet,
elemental being simply was...
witnessing it all, making the happenings.

Translating Rumi

O, wine bearer!
Fill the cup of my soul
with the liquid of life.

Ye, the helper of secret lovers!
Hand me that glass
that enlivens my soul and
snatch the strange secrets
away from the lips of unknown.

O, the dearest of all souls!
We do not seek this night
for our daily bread.
So, wake up! cease to be
pitiful among the mortal kings.

Foremost, put a glass of wine
into the old man's hands.
After he gets drunk on life,
you become the drunkenness.

Persistence my dear!
Shed your shyness
quench it with this divine wine.

Stand up, O Wine bearer!
You! A stranger to shyness
pour into my glass cheerfully
for I deserve good fortune.

Saturday Morning Yoga

Her soothing voice gently echoes through the room
We follow her commands; she wills us into shapes.
We bow, bend, we gaze and we breathe.
Beautiful women of all sizes and shapes
gracefully stretch out their wonderful curves

As we close our eyes, the inner world unfolds slowly
streaks of white light flash across the sky
we discover unguarded portals and hidden pathways
we travel through time and reunite with lost memories
occasionally, we even step into the dreaming.

The bamboo flute ripples through the unconscious
A heavy cloud hangs lightly above the treetops
layers of mist shroud the adobe in the woods
hesitant droplets sway on the blades of grass.

A distant stream whispers through the thicket
a leaf floats in radiant patterns, vivid yet undefined
together with the water, it flows in a gentle rhythm.
They weave into each other like threads of silk
and soon they cease to be separate.

We follow and we too let our boundaries melt
we become the elements, each other, and the force
a sudden realization of our own unity.
A moment of pure, luxurious, sensual silence!

"I honor the light within you" - Her voice echoes again gently!

Dahlia Show

Tender Mercies

A constant, dim morning chatter fills the room
with familiarity, kindness and comfort.
A soft ray of light through the window
illuminates her beautiful gray highlights.

She was conscious of his presence
when He walked in unnoticed by anyone.
Was there a flicker of recognition?
He walks past her bed.

Not the young one! she protests in silence
her cries lost to the waves weaving around.
The young one is still smiling about something.
Perhaps he is lost in one of his dazzling dreams.

The disoriented one runs towards Him with open arms.
The other man resists, fights, tells Him angrily
"but many things left undone, left unsaid!".
And then there it was; the moment of acceptance.
The happiest of all was the bronze goddess
with a graceful smile. She takes His offered arm.

Holding each other they stand in the middle of the room.
He moves towards her corner
and she watches in wonder, fear and anticipation.
He walks over to her, runs his fingertips over her forehead
a feeling of immense affection breaks her heart
and she wakes up to the bright lights shining overhead.

Chihuly At Deyoung Museum

Mesmerized by the colors, shapes and stories.

Song Of Sorrow

When fiery shadows hang about in silence
with invisible eyes staring into my dreams
when draped butterflies feast on strange flowers
with iridiscent wings fluttering my reality
I reach into the depths and plunge into reminiscences.

Then my friend, stark naked
you arise from the ocean!
your skin twinkling with salt crystals
your hair dripping wet with moonlight
your eyes aglow with passions from a previous life
and your lips tasting of berries of the distant world.

Slowly, you start to move
around me, about me
beneath me, beyond me
within me, without me
and finally.. I cease to exist!

Final Dream

Fill your pockets with golden dust of the evening
along with shady sorrows of the new moon
and don't forget to bring your sweetest smiles.
Come forthwith; fly into my eyes securely.
Let us go then, you and I, towards a final dream.

Hello From Neverwhere

OK, I am sitting here contemplating what one might say when they write to a complete stranger. Of course, I can't come up with anything significant to begin the conversation and besides, this whole thing is starting to seem just too damn silly. I decide to write anyway, and I have no clue why. You see, the world is full of reasons and rationale and that doesn't seem to do us any good. So, why not give into our impulses once in a while and make life more interesting, eh?

Who am I? It plays as a theme throughout our lives, doesn't it? So can't answer that yet but just consider me a fellow sentient being on an eternal quest. For what? you may ask. I know not. Not yet, anyway and I suspect it will be that way for a long time to come.

Why you? Clearly no answer for this question.. your ideas seem to interest/amuse me? I don't know.. a comment once in a while, may be, if you have the time. An exchange of ideas? regarding life, the universe and existence? I know the answer is 42, we will just have to come up with the right question.