Beloved, Step into this river.
We could drink our solitudes for tea
and leave the biscuit crumbs on
the table clothes of each other's skin
Pecking at them
with lustful beaks of our minds.

Ungloriously
we shall look at the dying sun.
Consoling the scars we carry .

The scars that has been
And those that will never be.

The bitter taste of the known gnaws beneath
our tongues.
While our world mumbles in fear to deaf gods.

Nevertheless, the acuphene is only a hum that wont disturb
the music of silence,

Nor stop us being a lover again.

If we could look into the mirrors of our faces
and
watch the melting of the sorrows we deny.
And, In denial
we feel the stink in every god's shitpot.
And the leftovers of his paradise.

Remembering to forget
our last dance in the sand.

Let the winds take them away ....
the winds take away our sand dunes
into a forest
a forest growing in our hearts
growing out of our own myth and mystery .

So what
So what if hatred are the shoes in which we walk....

Screaming
blasphemy for philosophy.

What if we scream

we scream
from the sour rivers of our experiences.

So what if insanity laughs
it laughs in every crumb we ate.
And the bitterness now
numbs the babbling of our tongue.

So what if indifferences puts her arms arround our shoulders
drying the streams of life.

So what
if our open eyes suffocate in their blindness
before these beautiful landscapes
transforming canvases
drenched with wet paints of our pain.

Refusing to die
even when the walls of our ego fall upon us
in crushing piles
kissing the feet of the gods we have created
from
the hankering of our desires for heaven and immortality.

Step into this river
never to be the same again.

When memories have been washed away
our own godheads shall no more be a myth.

Our faces shall have their skin
made from the scintillating of Love.

From the endless to endless
we shall stay flowing.

From the nameless to silence
we shall sing our songs
and dance our dances.

The Beautiful shall no longer be a quest
but the emanation of our beings.

Our shoes
discarded by its uselessness, we will walk.

We walk barefeet in our souls,
and without wings we fly in our heavens.

The landscapes where we wander
wanders also our rivers

Thus,
Be witness to them
open  eyes.
And open hearts

For
it is'nt through the opening of our eyes  alone we
shall witness
our ungowning self.


Step into this river

the endless river of breath.
where the silences of Humanity
dare become words.

Words -- for which we fought and killed
Words --for which we knelt and kissed
because they were beautiful.

Words -- the ambassadors of Gods
who were there to remind us --of Ourselves.

but what have we remembered
and what have we forgotten.

Step into this river
this river of breath

so each breath
shall melt down our masks
unfold the faceless face
unfold as every flower.

Step into this river

Step into this river
within each heart

to flows
towards something , nothing and everything.

the springtime lurks out
the most beautiful perfume spreads into the nostrils of our soul

and
only one word shall name it.

'Love'!....

is that a word or its silence!


Step into this river

Love is more than a word created by silence
more than silence created by the word

as is the ever changing mirth
is on the lips of the Nameless.

Each day
invites us through its open doors
passing secrets only our emptiness can grasp....

translations only our silence can understand!

Be here then, with the river
endlessly flowing
towards the nameless.

The happiness that we seek -- is not god.

We are gods when we are happy.

Happiness is an inside thing
a flower
Love flowering.

The flowering of love
is God!
because there's no better word for it.

It does'nt come from our mere living
it does'nt come from our mere dying

it comes from our caring
consciously how it renders
life its preciousness.

Life or death won't make no differences.

Remember this
you are the very pulse of Life.

So beat in its awareness
as in God's own heart beat.