POETRY IN ENGLISH

Through the window
I see
the inside
of
trees
veins
lifeblood
running
a
muted
scream
recalls
life
life
through the window
a reflection
a mirage
water
dropping
from
the
shower
an ocean
a stream
far – nearby
a drum
celebrates
life
life
through the window
inside
outside
lungs
recall
skies
brilliant
trees
crown
raising
heads
higher higher
third eye
curled in
towards
the inside
awakening
I see
through the
window
of the heart.

***

There seem to be
a narrow street
where my mes
and your yous
meet
a small opening
of two or four
river-lakes
towards
an exquisitely
wide
ocean
a narrow
street
with brick walls
and flowers
where your bodies
push
against mine
slowly
then –
insistently
where my mes become meows
and your yous – owls
seeking to
unravel
my burning
skins
a
nar
row
stre
et
where your hands
lift up my skirt
and my lips
bite your neck
a place where all
waters melt
and where
fire
pervades
your mind
folding
unfolding
dissolving
into black
crystal
and
green
jades
shades of unseen
desires
and untold
fears
our souls
waiting for
the seer the seer
the seer knows
the seer aches
what we ought not
to Be
your yous, my mes
our hours
spent
waiting
on
the
shore
of two or
four
river-lakes
silver
arms
lifting up
the skirt
the sky
the sun
the sea
the fish
jumps
out of water
surfing
searching for
distilled
air
your face
in the
crescent
moon
hides
and
seeks
and
shows
and
glows
without
ever
saying
my heart
mi corazón
folding
unfolding
in the
depth
of your
hand
gasps
for
the
air
the
fish
holds.

***

Of simple deaths

today
in this cell called home
called body grave hole
called soul
high-crazy-tower of the soul
bursting flames
burning
my naked chest
skin
bones
until I dusk
I am made of ashes
I
now empty
my residues in alchemy
slowly alkaline
braids of extinguished-fire
now water
slow
melancholic river
runs runs meets
on its bed
lying with Schumann’s shadow
and Jodorowsky’s skeleton
dancing I am prime-prisoner-poet
of everything and nothing
cosmic
catalyst
comic
fool
free will holder
free-captive
within the cycle
working in loops
life- death death-life
star star star (…)

sun rain grass flowers
wet earth mud
roots withholding from nails up until
hair and veins
pulsating
absence

coloured wings insects
trapped
butterflies
in between glasses-mirrors
with permanent access to food
inquisitive looks
of thousands of people
infinite reflections
from all sides-fingers
exhilarating
and no exit that is not
circular circular
predefined circuits
biospheres reunited in the same space
only separated
with countless
automatic
doors
thorny-alluring
false picture
ridiculous piece of art
pure beauty
with no
truth
and no
point
but being sizzling
life life life (…)

I will cut myself
cut off my wings
red-blue wings
I will walk
straight
with the feet
I don’t yet possess
because
freedom
true freedom
resides
in all
the simple
deaths

forcing us
to erase
who we are
and
start
again
this time
being
less.

–  – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

when reality opens up
a crack in the sky
a spire expiring
burning flames at night
ripping heritage and bones
tumbling homes and stones
boats and shores
unattained unknown
masonry and humans
like waves of holy smoke
workers drilling the ground
excavating sound
of so many feet pipes arches walls
scrolling through and erecting
upside down outside all
raided lands
prayer hands
and knees
caving
In.

when reality opens up
a clear vision beholding
truth from above rows
of pews bees and trees to disappear
and perpetual nonsense
tears hiding at the back
of this endless nave
made of lost unsealed memories
construction destruction
oblivion alluvion
suffering power fame
crime appropriation game
eyes unable to reach
the other side of
the other’s land
the other side of
the other’s hand
and one crooked thumb’s
Up.

when reality opens up
a crack in the sky
a tightness in the throat
rose windows lamenting
literature and arts
gargoyles bells gothic lines
and bucolic wanders
Then.
and only
Then.
the
Divine
Lady
Notre-Dame
alone
will rise
Glorious
from
Cinders.

________________________________________________________

SEAGULLS

from one side to another of linear thought bending to meet
somewhere in the middle of nowhere
still
somewhere in the middle of the road
from my house to your house
arms and souls expanding to meet at the front door
by chance magnetic synchronicity or wind whisper
at the front door

of
the
grocery
store
in the section between vegetables exotic fruits and foreign roots

gathering
random
items

hands vaguely smiling sun entering windows
running through skins chins yangs and yins
lost in gaze and holding on to
flickers of light packages discounts breath and things
fine breads granola pieces of roasted coconut chips and sweet chocolate chunks

piling
items
and
feelings
and
feelings
and
items

tension releasing dreams masks tarot cards disclosing
outside
tears hanging down the alleys of opalescent eyes imbuing timid cheeks with kindness
thoracic cage dropping in tremor as time stops
and again goes by and by
as lost sunglasses hats and gloves unfreeze
somewhere in the middle of nowhere
still
somewhere in the middle of the road
from the grocery store to the park
where seagulls bark
sensing that some outer space ship might land
soon soon
on the baseball field
somewhere in the middle of nowhere
in between visions and bounced Earth vibrational field
resounding waves meeting on the surface of the soil
strangely crossing energies and paths
on this unexpected sunny afternoon
in the middle of highly wanted and unwanted bounds
one side of the road ice – other side water

Is there where we meet
somewhere in between irrational fears and muddy grounds
melting
in between unpleasant city smells and anxiety bursts
spilling flowing hesitating
exactly
where
it
hurts

Is there where we meet
where flowers are yet to come and grey to green
in this everlasting sigh of absence and wait
somewhere in between Winter and Spring
faith reclusion
hiding and saying

Is there where we meet
in this lingering space of Union
amongst unmanifested birds
of Paradise
and the great escape of open seas

fingers grabbing and pulling the fence
of the baseball field
eyes closed shoulders almost touching

I swear
that day
we could nearly hear
through the gulls’ lament
the liberating waves
of the upcoming ocean.

——————————————————————————————————–

ray of sun

halo of light
bathing
face

tidy
room

clenched
bed

purring
cat

body
draped
in
opening
and
closing
and
shifting
of
energy
moods
and
moves
and
grey
hair
glasses
glazed
sand
and
pre
moon

skin
pores
grasping
surrendered
green
oxygen
leaves
in
each
corner
of
climbing
slippery
tongues
windows
and
frames

entrenched
bed

purring
cat

half
smile

soft
red
cheek
zippers
astrology
and
beauty
spots

ray of sun

halo of light
bathing face

daring
life

equinox.

—————————————————————–

through you
I feel
the sea
far off the shore
its calm nod
sways
from one side
to another
uncertain
and sure
through you
I see
green-blue
eyes
mischievous
depths
coral zebrafish
submarine turmoil
secrets uncoiled
through you
through you
I lose
thread
and mind
and track of time
tides
and trains
are passing by
like fields of rain
gliding towards eternity
through you
my ethereal body
immerses
into moon
water falling
through
clouds
rocks
hands
and chest
lifting up
and collapsing
into joy and tears
to praise
the sublime Love
I feel
through you

———-

YOUR LIPS

HOLD
A WORLD
WHERE CREATURES
OF THE NIGHT
AND THE DAY
COEXIST
LIKE CROOKED SHADOWS
A WORLD
UNATTAINABLE
A FANTASY OF RED
AND UNTAMEABLE LINES
AND STILL
MY DESIRE
AND YOURS
LIKE SHADOWS
FOR ONE
ANOTHER
TWO LIPS
UNREACHABLE
AND – IN BETWEEN                                                                                                                              THE SKY

—

THE RED WOMAN

She was dressed in red
And her face was red
Burning like the sun
She glowed glowed glowed
As she was drowning
In a blue despair
Her hand reached for my back
Her foot for my rack
Her youth for my wisdom
Her nail for my thumb
But she was dressed in red
And her face was red
And her tears were burning
Like the sun
On her red skin
Skinnier and skinnier
On her fleshed bones
She kept begging
For my door my hand my tea my lips
She kept begging
In a blue despair
Her heart reached for my shoulder
Her wrist grabbed my ankle
Her dark circles stared at my straight line
Searching for lost memories wanting to be found
Again – once more
But she was dressed in red
And her face was red
And inside her stomach it was so red it could burst
At any moment
Like a flower
A tulip
A red
Rose
Maybe
Eternal
She was holding on to grief
She wouldn’t hold herself
She wouldn’t let herself
Either
She wouldn’t let herself
Either
be
Free
And alone
Sweet child
She kept begging
For the company of a ghost
A compliment
A word
A glove
A scarf
Something to put on
Cover
The tears
The fears
She couldn’t face
Nor hide
But she was dressed in red
And her face was red
How could she hide?
And I could see
In her left hand
A glass of wine
Pending in time
A year ago
Green were the leaves
From teas and trees
Green were the smiles
and the light was incandescent
She was dressed in blue
And bathed in white light
But she didn’t notice
How surrounded she was
Still
By angels spirits animals flowers and rivers
She was with shivers
And didn’t know why
What was this Presence?
Now rolling down the quiet dark path
That led to my place
The woman in red
Came to my door
But she was dressed in red
And the red carpet
Was already floating and penetrating
Through all my windows my eyes my veins
How could I not see the blood
Pounding
On the red woman’s face
When she appeared at my door
Already inside
Was she flying or crawling
I wasn’t sure
I took her red face
In between my hands
And before she left
I told her
« I will love you forever »
And the red woman
With blue despair
Vanished
And never
Re-appeared.

—

GREEN LIGHT

I miss the flow, of the river, we were once over, and that is now overflowing-whelming us, with rocks and boats and pebbles and fish and eels, biting our asssses with stupid projection, intro-spections-jections, objections, high high expectations, and low down-steps and hills and bills and ac-counts, counts, from 1 to 3, to 7s and 8s and a big 9, from 00:00 to restart and reboot and re-born, two fragile new-born-to-be-beginners-of-being, light to light to darknesses, shared and offered and shiva-burned, a flower, a poem, a star, a swing, a look, and what is left, of us, when everything’s gone, the movement, the planets, the green light, the connection, what is left, when we are there alone, standing on the edge.

I feel like crying
But I won’t
I feel like giving
Myself
A
Chance
To
Breathe
Out
But
All I feel
Is
In
In-side by side
We walk
My heart and I
Wrinkled, old, small, locked                                                                                                                Looking for- air                                                                                                                                    Space                                                                                                                                                          Empty
Vast

I feel like crying
But I don’t
Want
To amplify-simplify my
Pain
Out
Out-side by side
Walking down the street
Going towards
The shadow
Of the moonlight
Eclipse
I feel like crying
But I’m dizzy busy fuzzy

Dreaming about
You
Whoever
You are
I’ve been waiting
So long
My arms, my eyes
Are wide                                                                                                                                                    Open

Are you coming
To get me
Soon?

——–

What lies

What lies
Behind
Your words
Your mouth
Your skin
A green light
That lies
behind behind behind
the clouds
A swing, a smile, the rain, the wing
What lies
Between our hands
Touching and retrieving
At the same time
What lies
What is
That I can’t grab
Sweat and pine
Kallari, karate, kismet and sky
There, where the bat flies
What lies what lies what lies…

________________________________________________________

Golden lining (For K., June 18th 2018 )

Have you noticed
The space
Opening
Wide as the sky
Between my gaze
And your eye
Flushing –
The space
Between your teeth
Between your tears
And the sea’s embrace
Shivering skin to skin to swim
Bodies of waters and fears
Discomfort and guilt
Moving – Out
And still
One free horizon
Beyond beyond beyond

Beyond anger and resentment
No regrets but still
A sadness
Deep… deep
A cloud inside
The blue blue sky
A form of red despair
An attachment to the known
Unknown
And still
Something
Something
Rising – Inside, out
A true light from between
My heart to your heart
A complete
Understanding
Of all the scary green things
Behind behind behind

You are
A blooming
Andante
Andante
Flower
Keep on
Walking
Andante
Andante
Flor

Have you noticed
you’ve always been free –
Dancing in those fields of golden reflections
Of your beauty?
Thus the silver lining is gold
And have you been told
How my body
While holding you
Was trembling –
It makes me smile
Because somehow
I know
You do know
The truth
Of who
You
Really
Are.

Andante andante, Flor
But take a second
To catch your breath
Close your eyes
And remember
You don’t need to change
Keep on
Walking
All that is
Is already there
And it makes you
Forever –

Shine.

_____________________________________________________

Hari Om (Hari Om Tat Sat = ‘Supreme absolute Truth’ or ‘All there is’)

What if sound
transcended silence?

Hari the cat
hunts the night away
Howling at the moon
Repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly
Playing notes harmonies sounds
Coming from Earth stomach throat paws sky muddy grounds
True meaning
unravels
when sound doesn’t have any master
And Om flies freely along with tat and sat and Hari- the cat
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat

You sat, after you played
Caught your breath, sighed
the candle was blown
It blew your mind
The sound continued
without you
Resonated
Repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat

Hari the cat bowed
It went hunting
the night away
Howling at the moon
Or was it the wolf or the trumpet or the shadow
Of your own voice? Or was it mine?
Repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly
Hari? Hari? You called
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat

What is the meaning of « Hari » you asked?
Looking for the cat
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat?

After being repeated so many times
a word comes back
to its true nature
It is meaning less

But meaning less
Gives more.

It gives presence
Vibration
To what is.
It narrows
To a simple
Intention.
And what is
Often
hides
Just behind
meaning
Like Hari hides
behind bushes and bricks and walls
Hari Om! Hari Om Tat Sat! Hari Om Tat Sat! you cried

You found yourself wrapped
Into the night the night the night
Looking for Hari – Hari the cat
The oom moo nnnnnnn was shining
So bright so bright so bright
and nothing needed to be sang – nothing
All was perpetually chanting – the streets, the roofs, the rocks Hari! Hari!
Hari Om – Haaari Ooooom Taaaaat Saaaaaaat Haaari Ooooom Taaaaat Saaaaaaat

The song was
Chanting itself
And inside the chanting
Was not my voice or my thought
Inside the chanting
Was not even my self
Inside the chanting was Hari, the cat, the God, the Goddess
Inside the chanting was Truth
and truth
had nothing to do with your mind your mind your mind
trying to grab
a concept
A form
a language
Remember
a word
for its meaning
in a specific
context
It was mostly
All of this
But the other way
Around
A bit like knowing
And perpetually
Forgetting
Again and again
And holding on to this space
In between.
Entranced –
Between Hari and Om and Tat and Sat and Me and You.
But it was mostly all about Hari. Hari Om! Tat Sat! Hari Om Tat Sat! Hari Om! Hari Om!

Truth
Is Truth itself
And it doesn’t need
Any opinion from you, or me
Any semantic or semiotic or syntaxic curve
Thus it contains you me god cat goddess
And rejects them all
Repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat

And as I sing I am
Nothing
All through the night
I am Hari Hari Hari I am you and me and the cat, the cow – was Hari a cat or a cow or even maybe
A yoga pose?
Whatever it was, it was
The same yet changing
Repeatedly repeatedly repeatedly
Hari Om Tat Sat Hari Om Tat Sat

Maybe it’s just a song
Or a feeling or
A poem
Hari must still be wondering

Wandering
Hari Om
Tat Sat
Hari Om
Tat Sat

Hari Om.

It is all
There
Is.

_________________________________________________________

The graceful dance of the palm tree branch

I am not my body
I am not my mind
I am the palm tree branch
oscillating in the wind
As the breath flows
between everything and nothing
I extend my hands further
I try to reach the sky
and I bow in the longing
For you – my Love.

As the breath keeps wandering in and out
From warmth to cold – emotions to thoughts
From one edge to another – of infinity
An unconditional love enters and knots
almost unnoticed

As the breath tries to escape
caught up in a timeless path
Trembling like a child – slowly- I walk
lifted by the current – suddenly – I crawl
And yet – under each of my toes
A lotus flower blossoms and grows

As the breath becomes shallow, I dare to enter
the darkest place
A place filled with resentment, lust, shame and anger
A place I would rather ignore
But – strangely enough – it’s descending into the cave to face
that I encountered pure light and grace

I am not my body
I am not my mind
I am the palm tree branch
oscillating in the wind

Rooted in the Center of the Earth
There – a small primordial rock stands
burning inside my offering heart

I come to you burning, Mātā
I come to you in flames
Penetrating the heart of my Self
You touched something – almost impossible to break

As the breath runs and falls into sorrow
I bow in the longing – for you, my Love.
Thus, the burning rock is pain – deep pain
And it causes me fever
Not knowing what to do
I humbly bend – I surrender

And as I cry – it flows
And as I pray – it melts
And through despair – it goes
travelling into chest, body, cells, bones
It disintegrates into fragments
of golden stones

As the breath catches up – a new world awaits
Releasing circling shining colours
Acceptance.
Accepting Joy
Ascending – faster and faster – than the speed of sound
I am led where reality dissolves
and noise vanishes
into blue silence

I am not my body
I am not my mind
I am divine vibration, Mātā
I am divine light.

As the breath welcomes this bodiless space
An unspeakable secret rises
from the depths of the Ancient’s tomb
Mumbling – in a raw whisper

You are – pure presence
There is no separation
between the Self and the Other / « I » and « this »
Ignorance and wisdom/ cup and clay/ pain and bliss
The wave the wave the wave
contains the entire ocean

You are – pure presence
There is no separation
between the world within – and without
No more conflict or doubt

The wave the wave the wave

Only the sweet liquid sound
of the Swami’s flute curls
As white flowers of peace
Fall upon forests, creatures and worlds

I am not my body
I am not my mind
I am the palm tree branch
Still
In the movement

I long for you, my Love
and I bow – grateful
I long for you, in the distance
As you become
Invisible.

______

ROPES

Above my head
Dozens of ropes

Rising with the Kerala sun
Above my head
Thousands of knots
Stretching together and apart

 

Freshly washed clothes
In the morning breeze
Battling in all directions
As the mind tries to stay still
Stretching together and apart
All of Humanity’s will
Pain and joy and sadness and still
The gran beauty
Of the orange ball rising and staring
Like a third eye

I salute you Kerala sun
In the mist of crows barking
Backwater boats, palm trees, eagles and
mantras – flying

Above my head
Dozens of ropes
Rising with the Kerala sun
Above my head

And inside
A new
Beginning.

_

THIS SPACE

Where fire and water
Embrace – entangle – enact
Creating vaporous circles
Of eternal love and bliss
My legs are wrapped around yours
On the other side

Where the higher self rises
Casting away mind – ego – doubt
An eagle hovers in the violet skies
Tracing multiple strays of light
– – – – – Binding – – – – –
Burning hopes and desires
With peaceful hills of green

My right hand in your left hand
On the other side

Where landscape of ponds and seas
Link past, present and dream
An eagle looks down on us
With one wise eye
And a crooked beak

Your left hand in my right hand
On the other side

It looks down on us
In an everlasting glance, and –
From above, under and beyond
Our bodies, skins, cells, eyes
Become one

In this space
Extremely narrow and wide
Where fire and water
Turn us into smoke
I reach out for the bird
Inside out

On the other side
Your heart in my heart

In this space
No master or prayer
Are seen or heard

Only the muttered words
of our entwined tongues are needed
to praise the infinite.

_______________

WILL YOU LET ME?

Will you let my tongue find its way and hover
through this thin space that holds your smile?

Will you let me row and stream
in serpent circles
like the Ganga river
surrounds the rocks?

Will you surrender your Self
To the flow?

Drops of water
From a waterfall
Are moving – Still
Suspended in time

They are, all together
An everlasting falling drop – a sigh
A tear – of gratitude
An essence of Being
Crystallized
In motion

Will you let desire vanish
in pure joy
And pain transform
Into bliss?

Our encounter, my love
Will you let it be –

Let it be

A sacred
Blooming
Lotus
Flower.

__

I WANT YOU.

I want you to make love to me without making
I want you to lay your hands on me without touching
I want you to look at me in the eyes with no eye lids
I want our bodies to be a whole – infinite – garden of
Green – green – green
Leaves are your fingers
weaving with mine
in wild Nature
climbing walls and doors and cliffs and legs
my legs –
or yours?

I want to breathe.
I want to breathe the air without breathing
I want to breathe the air and feel the breath – we share
as my skin becomes thinner and thinner and thinner
and the day becomes dimmer and dimmer
until it dawns
and dusks
again
and again
later

I want to forget.
I want to forget my story, or let it burst
I want to remember what came first
performing misogi ritual
screaming under a sacred freezing waterfall
harai tamae kiyome tamae rokkon shōjō
harai tamae kiyome tamae rokkon shōjō
Let us be purified, let us be purified
from our mind
our mind
our
mind
I want to play.
I want to play with you without playing
like two children – innocent – at ease
they seriously
PLAY-PLAY
PRAY– without praying
they commune, they dance, they sing
they don’t know yet – what shame is

I want to enter.
I want to enter this space
BARE-NAKED-RAW
Space
and let it open, in my chest
orange and yellow halo
to the sound of the flute
as the shy snake
misses a note
before reaching the surface
and goes back to sleep
for a while
only – for
a little
while

I want to be.
I want to be limitless and free
holding unholding
your hand, your hair, your head, your grey, your ground, your hip
holding, unholding your teeth, your face, your greed, your grace
holding, unholding your neck, your back, your chest, your balls

breaking – my walls –
those walls I invented
those walls with leaves, growing on them
But leaves don’t need walls
to reach
infinite
And fingers just melt
when hands
meet

We are
invisible
concrete
matter – holding
unholding
one particle to another

my silence thrusting your silence
your glance probing my glance

heart – against
heart – against
heart – against
heart
to heart – pounding
and pounding

Feeling.
for a limitless and free
moment

love
love

love.

loved.

_________________

Your Umbigo

This raspberry
I hold in my hand
has this perfect round shape
moulded exactly the same
as your umbigo

Same depth
Same feel
Same skin
Same smell

My lips
touching the edges
of the fruit – the edges
of the taste – shattered
in multidimensional
red, yellow and green
sensations and pores
crave…

My tongue
slowly penetrating the hole
of the fruit
Curving in- and out
Curving in- and out
slowly melts
inside – deeper
your umbigo
Deeper
your center
Deeper
your self
Deeper
your heart
Deeper

This raspberry
I hold in my mouth
has this perfect round shape
moulded exactly the same
as your umbigo

Umbigo

May you be blessed
among the fruits
of an unknown Brazilian
deserted island
inhabited by birds
and flying fishes

May you be blessed
Umbigo
Aura
Truth
Tunnel of light

I honour and cherish you
with a hint of cacao
and a sip of ginger

wrapped in the sheets
of your haunting presence.