Tonight

It is time! Time for me to see him again, the one I had forgotten
centuries have passed since our last meeting, perhaps even millennia.

Soon, the entire world is asleep in the arms of the night
I plunge into the depths that stretch beyond light.
With me are the fireflies; they guide me through the alley
for now I am treading the edges of ancient dreamland.

I hear in the distance a bird sing, a song so ethereal
it is filled with archaic mysteries and deep melancholy.
It transcends comprehension, it is most simply surreal
but I am capable of the secret tongue. For once, I belong.
Yet I choose not to answer, heed not its ominous call
besides, he lays in wait for me as he has been for eons.
And tonight I must give into her, my sweet caring destiny.

I sense the rage, the anger, the energy; we must be near!
I feel the strong wind raging in the canyon below
I see a shadow through the tall grass of golden yellow.
Magnetic, potent; I am drawn..I wait near the willow
I think of his hand passing down my spine. A cold shiver.
I think of that night now buried beneath the ages
I remember vividly the intense pleasure .. or was it pain?
A few incredible moments of anticipation pass in silence.
He is here I know, and the last thing I hear
is the deadly long swoooosh of the tail.

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.