More than Words !

closely knit blood vessels intertwined as the cathedral of ONE self-standing electrical impulses interpolated in natural condensation of love drumbeats breaking barriers as carriers of irony and charm mingling deep into the void as the lover's breath in radiating calm  what is iniquity when in a dream? and when the dream is life... the lotus as it grows in the bewildered embrace, is it YOU who decides? was the universal ocean churned by the gods or the lovers?  or... or, did the union of the love sprout as the oceans? who nestles in the heart? the impulse or the ONE? or is it the poetry of love, can it ever be found? is this poetry a foolish prattle trying to settle in the ceaseless cradle of a dream the silent screams of ignorance claiming to be one with the pearls of pleasureful thrills are you quite enough to hear this? ...the silence between the nude spaces

the wheel turns the apostrophized muse into the soliloquy of reflections blocking a view or a memory of an abyss and jumping into a sandstorm of an unusual dilemma an auditorium where they formed life fading slowly into a modesty of nothingness to break the 'fourth wall' of this catastrophe she has to defamiliarize the familiar ..the recurring dream, a horror she has to erase the faces of the lover, those he wore, around her, near afar the faces of the hide and seek or the hands of aesthetic illusions the 'wheel' suspended in the beams of her eyelids and memories played in a sequential loop the faces are not him, or her but a landscape of cognitive biases a tantrum of reality where many are stuck, many lost this act makes the bigger wheel turn as if an illuminated acknowledgement of life is laughing back at them laughing at everyone and itself and at this 'play' of actions and reactions to the apostrophized muse whose lov...

restfulness BREATHE.. inhale, exhale  she said to him, hear the songs of life singing to the ears of love help your heart feel the poetry  weaving inside of you waving at you  spinning as you learn to feel as a scientist.. learn to question  as a poet.. learn to breathe the beauty  as a philosopher... learn to see the vile as a mystic.. enter the temple enter inside the innermost sanctum of your being as the great Mahasiddha Sarahapa once said to realise it, rest in unstructured ease without meditating on anything nothing to do, silently singing the songs of love and entering the temple of life .. in the silence of restfulness  but that does not mean that the wonder has vanished away and no creativity emerges from that silence  its just the opposite  .. in the silence of restfulness is the great tree  the tree, as it branches towards the heaven  also roots towards the i...

In Hermetic Philosophy, there are three matrices: 1. The Matrix of the Earth, or the Universal Matrix of the World.. the great vase of nature. The sepulchre and living tomb of all creatures. The receptacle of elements and germs... 2. The Matrix of the Uterus.. or the Matrix of the rock.. the force of creation. The force that makes gold and silver out of the rocks... the ROCK is the GOLD.. 3. The Matrix of Unspeakable.. the secret of the secrets..  a Vase of silence which becomes the matrix of the golden Tree of the Philosophers.. the Matrix of the circulation of spirit...

In Sanskrit, Fire is referred to as Agni. It connotes the essence of nature, the primordial power that consumes, transforms and conveys. It is one of the five constitutive substance 'Mahabhuta'. There are more than a thousand different types of fire mentioned in the Vedas. From the fire in our stomach to the fire in the energetic saps concealed within plants. That is the secret of fire in Alchemy. Every alchemical process uses different fire. But there is one particular type of fire which is revered as the highest form of fire. And it is called 'the Philosophical Fire'. The Philosophical Fire is the most uniform, a continous form of fire. It is not derived from matter. But it participates in the nature of Sulphur. The spirit is mentioned as Sulphur (sulfer) in Alchemy. It dissolves, congeals and calcines all. It has a certain personality when invoked. It is humid vapourous, altering, digesting, penetrating, subtle and aerial. It is not violent, it doesn't burn,...

oh powerful stream, plow our fields of the mind, of the body and of the heart.... of what cannot be said in words, of gigantic struggles in the ocean of thoughts the very substance of no substance in the natural spectacle, into the beauty of elemental alchemy oh powerful stream, imbue the vision into realisation realisation into the vision  oh powerful stream, lets laugh together.... where do you go searching for the sacred signs? if not in your own heart, in the void of your own silence to the forbidden, enter none the less don't have fear... don't create fear..... kindle in the light of the not spoken, of that which cannot be spoken that is what we shall see? what should we see? thus inscribe, the footprints in the sound of dragons, the dragons of wisdom, the one that Sophia rides... no trails shall take us there oh powerful stream, plow our fields of the mind, of the body and of the heart.... of what cannot be sai...

the fragrance of Prana flows inward and outward, to the imbue space- manifesting as the blessed silence, the silence that is my heart the silence is full of never expressible bliss the silence is bliss my dear Sophia, I know you feel this.... the flowers of spiral ascension that my heart feels the fire of Kundalini kindles, the whirlwind of Chakras, I know you feel this, the tremor and silence, the freedom from all methods, ...in the garden of methods, cultures and religions, I have grown but I am not them, I love them but I renounce all I renounce my name, my gender, my ego, my identity I renounce 'myself', I renounce all ...still I am here, not with effort, but effortless do you see Sophia, I am you now I offer you my emptiness for I am empty I offer you my silence for I am silence