More than Words !

The door to the world of invisible is ever present in the choices of human perception. It might be so that in-order to grasp this understanding is difficult for us as humans. But just take a moment and just sit aside by yourself as the non definable consciousness, and Just Watch. "Observe and Absorb" everything around you, every single detail, every single movement, every pinch of silence. And Just be ! Wake Up, Rise and Shine ! The tales of resurrection can be traced around the world, in all the cultures and religious faiths. To understand this is particularly something of immense value. Lets discuss few ideas in-circling the phenomenon of resurrection.  What is Resurrection? The word Resurrection comes from the Latin word 'Resurgere,' where Re means Again, and Surgere means to Rise. So, resurrection means 'To Rise Again'. It does not directly relate to resurrection from Death. But we as the world civilization, have accepted the Christian def

My head is a hat,  empty yet full !! My head is a hat,  round and smooth !! My head is a hat,  of grain lame game !! My head is a hat,  singing along the rain !! My Head is a hat,  of magical boom !! My head is a hat,  weaved with loom !! My head is a hat,  dancing in abloom !!

1. The breastplate- of lost beauty crumbs down  her lovers visage:  while mythical Olympus is  rising above.  Her monstrous lust,  falls down ! 2.  The allegories of Zeus,  resonates his Jupiter king of gods indication- swallowing Volcanoes  under the earth: A mystical dove game.  3.  Peacock feathers of Hera,  intoxicates her being with opium and orgies- where the lovers die of her love  & mortals crusade the earth  through her consort.  4.  Poseidon, the tamer of horses  brings eruption of love  impregnates Atlantis: for birth of the great flood,  & death of Odysseus. 5.  The earth mother, Demeter: plant the plants cycle with higher hopes  and afterlife- sacrificing virginity of dolphin's and dove's.  6.  Athena, Hunter of Explosion  gives raw pinch of predicaments following all linear- consciousness traps of theology  with dire consequences of death and decay.  7. 

वसुदेव-सुतं देवं कंस-चाणूर-मर्दनम् | देवकी-परमानन्दं कृष्णं वन्दे जगद्गुरुम् || When the cloud bursts his coop't soul, let him rise through the causes. The slumber ropes of sober mind cannot grief of his suddenly dying mind. His stitched being is his own fate.  His own proposition to the circles of life, moving along his own radium.  All his fingers wash away the words written to harvest the seeds of wisdom. So, drink thy blood that falls among-st the wind of whiter bowl. Each drop brings more purgation, more lost, more found in similitude of existence. This drunkenness is the intoxication of the universe. The mystical wine of the ultimate, the nothingness.  Now here, Now gone !

Samadhi in Jerusalem! I was once in the Volga Region of Russia, spending my days, in the banks of Volga River, and continuing my psychic journey. In the early days of summer, I got a letter from my friend in Moscow, who called me to meet someone who was supposedly enlightened and very remarkable in his nature. I followed a group of Bulgarian merchant to Moscow. We sailed along the Moscow-Volga Canal. The connecting path between the Volga River and the Moskva River. I was well aware about the violence that occurred whilst building the canal. The suffering of thousands of people was really making my journey unbearable. The direction of Matvei Davidovich Beman, one of the heads in the Soviet Prison Camp, and the cruel directions of Stalin era, had taken more than 22000 lives while building this canal. After reaching to Moscow, My friend told me that we have to set our journey to Rome, since the person, who we were to meet, the remarkable person, had already left for Rome. I coul

During the 1960's a small group of people started coming to Nepal as an experimentation on the insight of Psychedelic Hallucinogens and something beyond those induced moment. And till today Nepal for many visitors remain the ground of psychedelic experiences, regardless of the fact that the psychedelia of Nepal is nearly dead. "The word psychedelic, comes from the Greek word 'psykhe' which means the mind and 'deloun' which means to make visible. Furthermore the word 'deloun' comes from the root 'dyeu' which means 'to shine'. In the correct esoteric sense of the word, Psychedelic means an awake mind." Nepal, is the land of nomadic beauty and Serendipity. And it has always been the land of fascination throughout the ages. The density of architectural brilliance in the ancient Nepal has always astound me with mystery and silence.  The diversity and mystery, of this Himalayan nation is in-explainable. The shamanistic heritage of na

ॐ पूर्णमदः पूर्णमिदं पूर्णात्पुर्णमुदच्यते  पूर्णश्य पूर्णमादाय पूर्णमेवावशिष्यते ॥ It so happens that, we as humans comprehend life as a Parabola. The ego and the mind, then becomes the symmetrical mirror curve, in two dimensions. Where mind becomes a vortex and the self becomes a plane. And all that we perceive of, is the wave/ particle discussion to the coherent evolution pattern.  The continuum is not a system that can be comprehended in some physical forms of poetry, chemistry, physics or spirituality. But rather a jump into the synchronicity of the universe. Which is an experience that becomes a hyper dimensional realization to the codified ego that we have. Yet, in that sudden exposure, the ego vanishes into the motiveless-ness of self, that is formulated in forms of being, which deluded itself to be the ego. So in this experience of continuum, ego exploring the ego knows that its not an ego. The continuation in that sense flowers as the universe, which is not de

Dive dear ones,  in the rows of light: & the drunkenness of-  beautiful darkness  of fires & fumes ! Dive dear ones,  in the alchemy of devotion: of bright stars & decaying dead birds  in harmony & wilderness ! Dive dear ones,  in dust and in rust: of your soul where you- have forgotten your true self  in silence & illumination ! Dive dear ones,  dive in this moment: Here and Now !

How would the wind feel cold or warm; If I blew her away in love,  with every touch of her's, I play.  Immoral they may say the banks of river in spring, lovers bathing in love  in devotion and in delight. Rapturous beauty of eyes,  moving away tendrils,  her ears seducing  clouds above the moon.  And I sing the song of her lips on mine.

Dear Existence,  Of what I am, is of what you scaled up to be.  Your presence in my life is like a dancing impersonal verb. And my earth-born senses were duly incapable of watching the springs of your love. It took me aeon's, numerous cycles of births and deaths. It took me universe's. But finally I returned home. Or would it be truthful to say, you opened yourself into me. And in cadence of this being, my consciousness synced into your divinity.  The absoluteness of our affair is almost incomprehensible. For, My lips kisses yours lips every moment that I might exist and every moment that I might not. And my eyes, closed or open, would see you everywhere. And my skin dives deep in your presence like candle flare burning itself and dissolving in the universe. My senses are just the echoes of your omnipresence. From the retina of my eyes to the visions of your exploration, I capture everything in my being. And that very moment, when you are expanding, I am glaring

Birds in her balcony flew over her smiles,  I bid her farewell of her doings right and wrong I shall rejoice them all through mirror barriers  even if I am blind and numb seeking her far a'way  in her bewilderment with wings of insomnia and failed art of translation  I have no words- So I'll just kneel down and kiss her from cheeks to toes That's fair enough  if she blossoms in tears !

The word REALITY is derived from a Latin word 'realis' which means relating to things. It is a very meaningful word. It explains life in the most clear way. Reality is nothing but what you relate to. Humans have always worked on to understand reality, the whole function of human studies in dimensions of astronomy, anatomy & physiology, biology, meteorology, astrology, oceanology, and geology, and all other forms of studies is basically the human effort to understand life, as the subset of reality. But even with so much of effort, man never understands what reality is. He doesn't even understand his own identity. The very identity that he is bestowed upon at his birth makes him a prisoner in some bounded sense of morality, religion and 'isms'. Which makes him feel away from his true nature. That's why everyone of us, at some period of time, ask ourselves 'WHO AM I ?' Although, we never concretely find the answer. We just play with the insuffic

Cupids from her Saturn Traveler's taste of my spring She flowers within him, Bodhisattva affair- a Metamorphosis  Ancient Apollo arch  Fornication cults of love  Odyssey in restoration Waves of divinity- Enkidu's dream  lullabies of nymphs,  The prayers of Dharma !

I am surely not buying to the political agenda of any kind surfacing around. Not even the new age 'mambojambo' going on, which is calming to change the unfolding of national reality. For a simple fact that I don't trust uptight people completely unaware about the humane understanding of self, yet pretending to understand life and its ways. I don't buy the nonsense of illusive curvature feeding upon a center as an ego and winding up about peace and security.  I took time to look through the grid of information available that could make me understand these people and circumstances. I took a while to reach on my conclusions. But as I went on listing the bones, I found out that there were none. There was no skeleton to those words of change. There was just a wall of anesthetic plastic freedom of categorized impulses. And the parts where leaders need 'sophia' was not even considered.  As I see it, the rebellion starts from the heart. From individuals,

                                           The trails wont last long yet she moved on along the faint path of hope, a tunnel she said was right in front of her, with a small light from the next corner, she moved and moved and moved and moved, but did she reach there ? Her cheek bones were cold as the winter winds and she had never felt the warmth of sun for days. Every step was a battle field. Her clothes in rag and her shoes nearly tore into her foot alone. Beside her hope she had nothing. This was her glory days. The days of triumph. When she learned that life is a continuous walk. Her hope is her death nothing more. Yet, she moves along everyday. Why does she walk ? The eyes never leave her side. The eyes that wants her skin, her flesh and her purity. This mad house is full of men. And her songs are merely lullaby for the gates of lust. A child she was, a women she is. Those wild flower, where are they now ? Sinners are at times her brother, her lover, her son and h

The consciousness taking a certain leap has some significant impact on the human mind. Likewise the brain structures impacts the way it happens and the neurons plays a very significant role on the happening. The Endocrine Glands co-relating with the Sympathetic Nervous Systems gives a doorway to certain realization and recollection of memories, waving along the spinal cord. This biological electromagnetic spectrum's makes us encounter life as we know it.  The twelve pairs of Cranial Nerves exploding out of the brain stems working as the pathways for the sensory neurons to play along with the varied systems creating perception of our body. Once one jumps inward the same pathway works for the extra sensory perceptions. Which is excessively explained in cultures all around the world. The Ganzfeld Experiment, is one of the very profound experiments carried out in understanding ESP. The various meditative encounters are also the expansion of ESP, if we ought to talk about it ve

My heart is in fine fettle  diving deep, deeper. Intrusions and diversions whispers along the steely mind in rapture.  I go crazy, like a mid summer breeze. Drifting apart within my skin in deep thoughts, where my articulate twanging is just an umbrella opening to prophecies of humility and elation.  Blocking peaks of my reflecting horizon which springs me  with asparagus, I intend to mix it to make some soup in silence, and feed you through your belly button, to your meta-mind.  An improbable escalation. I write a poem !

Throbbing cells exuberant of open'ness remains jarring with desires to be,  that dives into quiver of matters creating all of life,  it fluctuates and gets high in swings of breath  & then flutters like a bird  hovering in wholeness of existence  and expanding along spectrum of light,  levitating all possibilities buoyant to create life upon life ! From distance, it might look all knobbly  but once touched its an ebullient love affair !

Sometimes my mind indulges inside weird imaginations- trying for desperate escape from strange atmosphere of impending doom! where my precognition jumps into tattered remains of melancholic memories: and that is the pleasure of being cataract  to madness ineffably blissful with scrambling grief of cartwheeling inside thoughts  of which heart shrinks into the play of 'mysticism' that plays of unparalleled terror defying gravity and moonlight incantation of  high-rushing nostalgia that swims with the experience of extreme boredom and mild sadness !

A porcupine entered my being,  Slowly, it moved completely into me.  It pinched my identity  & tore me apart in piece's of space.  I could see colors: blue, then orange, then white. I could see myself, but I had no face.  I was just blur light moving into the cosmos.  I was floating like the colors. Just hovering space.  Suddenly I jump into the abyss of my memories.  I see myself everywhere.  I see myself getting birth again and again.  I see king's and beggar's.  I see myself even in trees and terrains.  And then it becomes blank.  Pitch darkness !  My stomach starts to explode.  I cant feel my legs anymore.  Slowly it moves, into my head.  I cant feel my head anymore.  But I exist. Right here, right now.  I hear sounds, some-sort of chants.  Its gets louder, and louder and louder.  (shuhm om huhsuhm huhsumms om hshuhshuhsushm) It becomes so loud that I can't hear it anymore.  Ecstasy runs down through

Her thoughts- are like the skylines, whom only I can see and her love, is a collision course, which breaks me, into universe  within the universe, then joins me together- into her symphony, only then I get to  glimpse myself for  being myself & know,  Who I really am ! Her love takes down  all my disguise ! Disguise that I used to  take to glorify myself-  as the world & as the ominous me,  who is playing to be  opulence god: so secretive and  so sacred,  yet so spurious &  deceptive ! Her love  enlightened me as the transparent  cosmic consciousness, and I become  the love itself  diving within  the fractions of  my being, and travelling through  the curvature  of time and space I am that which is and that  which can be,  the mother void'ness ! I remember, Archimedes once said, Give me a place to stand on, and I will move the Earth. I finally found my stand  on her

I am a boat,  that sails nowhere,  and she says to me,  'you are beautiful' when you sing,  with your expressions,  like wind chimes,  she says sounds are blind,  so you just smile quietly, and she sings too,  I am her rehearsal songs,  like rhinoceros that can't bend,  when running to catch me,  so its simple for me to say, tell me your name,  I'll give you a hug,  no price tags,  just a warm hug in repay !

Me siento muy feliz  Oh ! I thought so, or did I ? then again I am sad, she said,  'Estoy triste', that's Spanish  he said and smiled,  the blue mountain over sky,  her head was my 'house itch' to eat noodles,  yes, those memories so deep as glue like the ocean that ends into her skin, to choose to be thirsty of idioms,  I was born, you see,  sentences of love so foggy and dry impersonal verb to meaningless subjects I would like a coffee now, with no sugar. Translation of heartbeats is heart that beats  this ends 'exclamation sign!',  & I die. That's it, I die.

A fool in me, once started naming the clouds, trying to understand how things move, blind he was, like the 'me', I was; in strange yet familiar land- he made me acquaintance to the world, a communion, it was of dead abodes. He then started "to comprehend love," still a fool he was,  in his heart. And I moved on in all life's senses, I too died along him in his inferences. The fool vanished then,  in me and in him.  And all I was,  camouflage of emptiness !

Life is undressed by the ashes of wrong hopes,  that thinks of some rabbit hole- Where she goes, to find out that "god is a noun !" And the water pearls undresses, into nudity of the wide ocean floor.  Where the free flows of waves,  wheels the unborn child. And men are the one who are pregnant with pride and ego of self as fetus. In thirst of idiotic hypocrisy  they kill with blind guns,  and the journey ends  into the new beginning and humanity walks again. In Cycle's.  When things go wrong, there's a easy way out. Blame the gods ! Yet, the life shakes life itself at times. A Joshua comes, A Gautama comes.  A Zarathustra walks down the mountain edges, and when Meera dance's Kabira sing's ! But it seems humanity always find's its way to close their eyes. So, Joshua becomes Jesus Christ hanged in a cross in some church halls.  And what's within the walls of the individuals, is left locked

Let me trunk myself into your beauty. Which comes to me as crossword puzzles  & let me solve myself in you. Glide me into yourself as your voice lips to lips- into your space,  Hitchhiker, I am jumping all over to find the roots,  Let me be your servant,  so that I can serve you my dance.  Let me be you,  your sight, your smell, your touch. Let me be you,  your soul, this universe and all universes. This world, then would be a thunder- where I live, as you,  and give birth to myself; as me and as you.  "Love, it evolves like the reflecting moon" where she comes,  and moves the oceans,  and then she leaves,  to come again !

Prodigiously- deceived shore of humanity,  the roaring space sea come let me touch your sensitivity,  let the dance start with curiosity I played all of what is you; body diving through your spirit ! Spirit, in Latin just means breathe, I breathed you all in me. Oh,"how precisely described mythology" all those spellbinding stories & this unknown enriching universe,  of free-throw line that confers !

His movements  were as if a forbidden collision between  age old crisis of blissfulness- growing into sunbeam, that heightened reality and identity & he erupts as a passionate totality in distillation of dead matter dis-associative of awareness: where the fortress, of inevitable logic drops, into horizontal eternity and he becomes- the anonymous man !

More or less,  If I try not to be, I become a process of Metamorphosis in-cubed into behavioral turmoil. For I am a species, pre-written with biological chemicals, that goes on dancing like a mad poet who knows nothing more than to release a virus of unspoken creativity. It's a synced insanity that is modulated into the societal definition of Humanity. And this definition makes an individual, a mathematically used person to fix the gaps between the magnitude of group of other humans, who were also placed accordingly.  So, this human enterprise of Humanity is a lie that describes individuals as a clay pot but not the the mud that it is made from. And the immense curvature of time and space just moves along the pathway of expansion and as it cool's down, it makes life possible, it does the magic beautifully.  And the space expands and evolves. As the low intensity matter converts into helicopters, it starts to bombard the cities it thinks that is not relative to

Change is an existential orchestra,  that the universe plays along-where my Hypothalamus,  metabolizes the body to eat & I sleep  as the cosmos leaps perceiving circulation of coma in time frames  of this hibernation, wherein- neurochemicals divides me,  & I become the beautiful  bio-molecular song of proteins !