MORNING STAR

You, bright bearer of light,
whose flame carries my shape.

My burning blood glitters with

the vibration of your name.

You, redeeming bringer of clarity

in the darkest of nights.

I salute the mighty power of

phosphorous gleaming!

You, who are the essence of I,

I vow to carry your torch!

ONE

One may be

the loneliest number

but it's the wholest.

One may be single  

but its fulness contains

all other numbers.

One is the self sufficient

self generator.

One is the initiator,

cause and consequence.

One is the love loving itself.

One is.

I'M NOT CRAZY

(I just breathe that way)

Slumber is good.

Unless it isn't.

High hopes are hopeful.

Unless they are not.

Who's to know?

Who's to choose?

Whould you lose it

if the rope was too tight?

» Row, row, row your boat

gently down the stream...«

And wake up to the dream.

It's nice.

Unless it isn't.

Make a gesture to let me know.

Is it high? Is it low?

My cat purrs at night

and makes other purry furry sounds.

Oh, what do you mean by –

it's not my cat?!

All cats are mine!

Sometimes I walk in my sleep.

Some say it's the moon...

I wouldn't know.

But it's nice.

Unless it isn't.

I drink a lot and pee a lot.

Sometimes I cry a lot.

But it's just water.

And it feels good.

Unless it doesn't.

When I was little

I wanted to become a ballerina

but they said

I was too chubby,

so I cut off my toes.

Any shoe fits now.

So much for the courage of Cinderella!

The migraine is getting worse...

Oh, how many people are in here!

Ok, I've had it!

Which one?

The only one, for fuck's sake!

The one with dragon tail

and snake teeth.

The one with golden blood

and diamond eyes.

I've sat here for centuries.

Don't make me mad!

Oh, well, its time o' clock.

It's clock o' time.

Some time.

Timesome.

Call the one in charge!

And I wish you the best of luck

to find it, her, him...

Whatever.

Unless...

LANGUAGE OF GRACE

What's left of this heart

that l call mine, is melting

in the warm breeze of your embrace

that speaks the language

of unending love

which travelled through centuries

to be met here and now

and forever again...

Perpetual celebration of exuberance

where other-worldly meets here-worldly

infinity of you-me-me-you

and whispers words of silence

understood by those

who disappear in grace.

TRYAMBAKA

Smother me with

your kisses and

breathe your life into me.

Cover my eyes

with your hands and

open yours within me.

Inhabit my skin,

take this burning heart -

it's yours anyway.

Take everythng...

Take everything!

My house is your home.

NON

What remains
when everything fades?

Fibers of being
weaved into thisness...

Whose flesh am I clad in?
Mystery as old
as the spirit itself.

Freeze-frame in the
absence of time.

There is no breath,
nothing to call mine.

 

Q & A

When I move,

I move you and

we become movement.

When you're still,

I take a rest

and become you.

When I want something,

I say it.

And you say –

whatever you wish, my dear.

When I ask –

what would you prefer?

You say –

whatever you choose.

When I ask you –

what do you want?

You say, smiling –

whatever you want, love.

And when I ask –

what would you like now?

You lovingly say –

the same as you...

Always just one wish...

Questions being asked and

answered by the one asking,

for there is no us,

because we are not two.