WHEN MEOW TURNS TO ROAR

There's this gentle meow
coming from the inside...

And then there are times
when the mellow sound
turns into the roar of a lion.

There's this pull,
some magnetising force
that I cannot resist.

There's this burning desire,
that's impossible to ignore.

There's this sacred belonging
that I'm unable to obliterate.

There's this sublime lunacy
that's hopelessly incurable.

There's this ecstatic longing
that cannot be tempered.

There's this feverish rush
of appreciation
that cannot be soothed.

There are forces at play
that cannot be comprehended.

I don't have the slightest desire
to surpass any of it.

I wish to feel it all
right to the very core.

ONE AND THE SAME

Was there ever a time

when we weren't

each other?

Was your breath

ever not mine?

Was my heartbeat

ever not yours?

Were your eyes

ever not my sight?

Was the sound of

my laughter

ever not yours?

Was the salt

in your tears

ever not mine?

Were your sensations

ever not felt through

my senses?

Was my giving to you

ever not yours?

Was your receiving

from me

ever not mine?

Was my surrender

ever not yours?

Were we ever not

consumed by

one another?

Was there ever a time

when we weren't

one and the same?

ANYONE MISSING?

Where does the movement go

when everything stands still?

Time keeps quietly flowing

through my eyelids.

One blink and it's gone...

Witnessing the death

of temporality,

greatest festivity of all.

I put my index finger

to my lips in awe of silence.

All motion ceases

saturation mellows down.

Absorption of the absorbed...

Breathing is almost gone

I need to remember... nothing.

I keep remembering

with each breath –

nothing is ever forgotten...

YOU MAKE MY DEMONS DANCE

When they come,
all armed to the teeth
with their shields of defence –

thank you for reminding me
what I am.

When they're all ready for attack
with their harsh means of control –

thank you for reminding me
where I come from.

When they come in full force
with their resistance –

thank you for subduing them,
one by one.

They don't stand a chance
In the presence of love.

Their shields start dropping,
weapons melting...

So they begin dancing their
dance of defeat.

Triumph of their own demise
within continuance of what is...

Of what always was,
of what can never ever not be.

FROM YOU TO ME TO YOU

You once told me
my taste has nothing
to do with human.

That my flavour Is that
of the ancient temples.

That I carry the aroma
of burning incense.

That at times I seem
but an apparition.

But that you like me best
when I'm very concrete
and tangible.

And since your words
are my words...

All I can say is –
the same goes for you,

my heavenly being,
my beloved man...

LIKE SAND BETWEEN MY FINGERS

I feel the time of aeons
rushing through my flesh and bones.

I feel the span of millenniums
circulating through my cells.

I feel as if my age could be counted
in hundreds of centuries today.

I can feel the sound of wolf's cry
running through my veins.

I can feel the winds from the ancient forests
whistling through my hair.

All shapes and forms of all existences
are flowing through my senses.

Everything that there ever was
is living and breathing right in this very instant.

Time is slipping while standing still
and we now breathe and cry and howl as one.

LUCY

Take me to the primeval fountain
I wish to drink from
the waters of eternity.

Take me to the source of it all
to quench my neverending
thirst for life.

Take me to the initial speck
of the beginning of time
when I was unborn and nonexistent.

Take me to the very first dawn
when the morning star appeared
and made me see the brightest light.

Take me into the dark womb
of nothingness
to give birth to myself, one more time.

THE ECLIPSE

The moon is unraveling
her secrets,
as the sun is about
to become pitch-black.

From the ocean of chaos
they're rearing their heads
and surfacing...
Arising from the sea
like the seven-headed beast.

The clouds are gathering,
the swords are sharpened.
It seems the battle is
about to begin...

In the midst of of this
imaginary scenery
I hear a gentle voice –
If you want to tame the beast,
love it, that's the only way to win!

Dismount your horse,
put down your weapon.
Dive into the ocean
and laugh like a madman
while caressing the beast.

A FESTIVAL

I could say I'm getting
ready for a celebration,
but it's just another day
spent with you.

I'm putting on my
fanciest gown
to rejoice in the miracle
of our own private paradise.

This temple of two
is big enough
for all shades of colours,
but its favourite
is the colour of the Sun.

Its golden walls
burn bright from within...
Flames are, after all,
our only food and home.

WHO WHAT WHOM?

I feel like all we can give

to each other is eternity.

I feel like the only

currency we have

is the presence

that outshines

everything that is human

but doesn't exclude it.

I feel like the most

we can share is silence

while we disappear

in each oher

and plunge straight

into infinity of life.

It feels like there's just

one of us –

disguised as two.

MONO-DIA-LOGUE

What more can I give you,

when you've got it all?

What more can I offer,

when you use what is given?

What more do you need to hear,

when I speak from within you?

What else can I do for you,

when your actions are mine?

Where else to lead you,

when you create your own path?

Where else could I direct you,

when you choose by my will?

IT'S A SHE

Just as birds of a feather

flock together,

so too beings of heart

cross paths of one another,

to worship their own selves

in each other...

Love is a mighty force

and she does what she wills.

No matter how hard you try

to avoid or deny her

she will lure you into

her experience.

And then she will show you,

she's the greatest.

She will keep seducing you

until you become infected.

She will keep feeding you

until you become intoxicated.

She will keep giving herself to you

until you fall in love with her.

She will keep loving you

until you're down on your knees.

She will keep showing you

what you're made of,

until you realize

you're bowing at your own feet.

TRANSFIGURATION

My lovely, sweet, sweet man,

You never cease to amaze me...

It's wondrous how your face

transforms from time to time...

How the features become boyish

and the expression turns

even softer than it already is.

How the innocence of a child

descends upon your face

and shines forth its blinding light.

When the extent of your charm

reaches my melting point,

I'm finished...

I dissolve into a puddle

of the very same grace

that pours from your gentle gaze.

Oh, how I love you!

THE FLIGHT

Carry me, oh mighty dragon of fire

let me ride on your flaming back

as you wave your noble wings.

Take me to the mountain where

the rare flower grows wherein 

the greatest nectar is contained,

potent cure for all ailments.

For my only wish is to drink from

the everlasting well of Life.

THE ANCIENT ONES

Through the magnifying glass

I can see them coming –

spectres of the ancient land

creatures from eternity.

Riding their giant winged lizards

cracking their mighty whips

commanding them

to be carried into the lands

unknown to common mortals.

Lands beyond time

otherworldly planes...

Just shut your eyes tight and

sharpen the one that sees!

Lie down at the gates of the

Ancient ones and chant.

May the winds carry the

sound of your voice.

And may the spirits of the Earth

And the Sky remember! IA!

BANISHING

When the ceremony is over
I remain the spirit that I am -
stripped and scattered through space,
cradled by the Earth and the Sky.

Under their amiable watchful eyes
I become the eye embracing my own sight.
Suddenly my attentive eyes are watching me.
Paradise regained for the nth time...

Now I can move in my favourite manner
like a dandelion seed carried by the wind
drifting and whirling above the ground.
Time and gravity cannot compete
with masterful skills of motion moving itself.

Skin, space and time are in fusion.
Translucent and delicate like a soap bubble
I float in perfect benevolence of the All
and observe this omnipresent marvel,
with my glowing starry eyes, bewildered.

WORDS

My humble lovers, my grand masters -
when they push me to the edge,
into the land of no return...
where all I can see is my own vanishing point.

When in frenzy, I seek for the perfect one
and a gentle reminder to take it easy
comes in the shape of tremor, but is
overlooked like an unnoticed passerby.
They occupy my thoughts in dreams
and keep me awake at night.
I can hear their wondrous flow
obsessing my mind like ancient sorcery.

When the morning comes, they evaporate,
just like a dream within a dream.

I scratch my head, trying to remember...
Once, twice... and then I let go.

But the little devils are always at hand
and there's nothing to worry about
as long as this bewitched delirious dance
of my lovely companions tirelessly continues.

What is a couple of rhymes lost in dreams
when new ones are born
as soon as I awake and rub my sleepy eyes.

THIS

So I have this tremendous wish...
an impossible dream, maybe.
Probably.

Especially when there's nothing
much to write about.

All is well...to put it really mildly...

Still I wish I could use words
to paint a picture about it.

If I tried really hard and did my best,
it would be impossible.

If I used all the words that ever existed,
they wouldn't be enough.

But if I used all the words that there
ever were, they just may be too much.

I could use up all the sounds and colours
in this vague attempt to portray it,
but I would flatly fail.

There's no such thing as interpreting this.
Nothing tangible can depict it.

The closest suitable description could be
transient solidity in dispersion.

And the truest representation
would be a blank piece of paper.

And it would be paperless.

THAT THING YOU DO

You add to the softness of my being
that's already as fluffy as
a cloud hanging in the sky.

You add to the juiciness of joy
that's already overflowing with delight
while we laugh like a couple of mad children.

You add to the depth of the mystery
that's already unlocked within me.

You add to the beauty of plain breathing
where the mere presence of air
makes it a sacred ritual.

You add to the brightness of my sight
so that the sparks in my eyes
shine even more lively.

You add to the rootlessness
already planted in freedom
that is my very core.

You add to the freedom that is and
has always been my one and only vow.

IT'S JUST LIFE

Is it really pain
or is that just life moving
in all its beauty?

Is it really sadness
or is it just life being
excited in its own way?

Is it really melancholy
or is it just life celebrating
one of its many aspects?

Is it really emptiness
or is that just life
resting inside itself?

Is it really suffering
or are this just my own
ideas of what life should be?

Is this really happiness
or is it just life
devoid of control?

Is this really joy
or is it just life moving freely,
with no expectations?

Is it really bliss
or is that what life looks like
in its primal expression?

DE PROFUNDIS

Don't ask me how I feel
when the sun, earth and moon align.

Squeezed and stretched between
darkness and light,
torn between
concealed and illuminated.

When both of them collapse
into now
and past present and future
exist as one.

Creepy mind-boggling shit &
beauty of dazzling proportions!

CELEBRATION

You bring out the best in me
in countless ways...
How you do it is a mystery
but it's indisputable...

With your apprieciation
for my every little quirk
and celebration of my every gift.

When you call me »my genius«
I can't feel anything less than one.

I guess it's the simplicity of it all
that stuns me the most.

The plainness in which all of it
takes place, so effortlessly.
And how at ease it makes me feel.

This gentle bringing together
of something never separated,
This persistent uncovering
of something that was never missing.

There's a saying that a loved one is
nothing but one's own reflection.
In which case... fuck, I can't believe
how insanely beautiful I am!

TRUST

Once you said to me –
don't worry about anything,
just surrender to the process.
And so I did that.

You once said –
my lovely rebel, you resist so much,
don't worry, just give in to me.
And so I did that.

Once I struggled with mistrust
and in the agony of doubt
you dismissed my fears.
So I chose to trust you.

I chose trust over doubt.
I chose love over fear.
I chose life over death.
I chose one over two.

Now I'm doubtlessly resting in
unquestionable certainty of love.
The force that cannot leave
or be lost in any way, ever.

WORDS SOMETIMES FAIL

I could call this - being in love,
but it's just so much more.

I could call it a state of adoration,
but it certainly wouldn't be fair.

And I could say it's enchantment,
but it wouldn't do it justice either.

I could also try and call it worship,
but it would be an understatement.

The only way to describe it properly
would simply be - sacred.

Because it's nothing less than divine.

And each moment spent with you
is a profound ritual of love.

JUST A KISS

Is it really just a kiss
when I feel like
universes are colliding and
I'm right in the middle of it?

Is it really just a kiss
when my body shivers
like a tender blossom
in a raging storm?

Is it really just a kiss
when I feel a bonfire
flaring up in my chest?

Is it really just a kiss
when I feel like
my heart's on the verge
of exploding into stardust?

Is it really just a kiss,
when I feel I travel
through your blood?

Is it really just a kiss
when I feel like I've lived
in your bones forever?

THE EFFECT OF HEAT

It's feverish to say the least
pores are open
boundaries shatter
like a house of cards.

The sun is melting all of me
and I slowly dissolve...

Like an ice cream forgotten
at the back seat of a car
like a jellyfish accidentally lost
at the seashore.

Nerve endings aroused
like a dog in heat
I'm at the end of my rope..

Melting, coagulating, melting...
coagulating at night time,
melting during the day
coameltgulating...

And the lyrics »please don't
take my sunshine away«
feel like an offence...

I AM THE SMASHAN

Burning like a funeral pyre
I am the smashan itself.

Dancing on the remains
of what used to be me,

I bow at my own feet
and weep in ecstasy.

In an empty field
there's nothing but Life,
as far as the eye can see.

So I let my hair down
and swirl in frenzy.

There are no demons in sight
where I stand,
the garland is complete.

I stand on my own chest
pacified, immaculate and whole,

for I am my own husband
and the trident too
is now in my domain.

A WISH

All I ever wanted

was for someone to respond

to my love.

All I ever wanted was for

someone who would be able

to accept it,

without calling it too much

too intense, or too this or that...

All I ever wanted was for someone

who could handle my love the way it is.

All I ever wanted was for someone

I could give myself over to completely.

All I ever wanted was... this.

How long have I lived in belief

there's something wrong with me.

That I have to repair myself

in order to be able to love

in order to be loved...

How many broken hearts left behind,

how many scars on my own?

How many lost dreams,

idealized false princes...?

Just so that you could come along...

Love works in mysterious ways!