Dévie

Devi Dévie des vies
Ravies?
Bailles ravies oui
Ah, et si je devais dévier?
M’aligner ou dévier?
À?
Où?
Ma gauche
J’ai Bhairavi !

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Notes de l’auteur

Devi: le féminin divin

Bailles: une référence au corps humain.

A, où, M, les sons élémentaires du AUM

Le féminin qui serait du côté gauche du corps

Bhairavi: un nom de déité féminine

Jai Bhairavi ! une louange de Bhairavi en Hindi

St. Valentin

Un sein valent
Teint de rouge
La main tenant
Mon coeur qui bouge

Feminine

Femme in mine
Qualities devine

Girl all fine
Femme divine
Mother in nine
Crone in time
Let them shine

Oh Feminine
Oh Femme divine
Let’s entwine

Devi

I
Her
Fire

Ma

Ma ma ma
My Mother Water

Sound universal
Element fundamental
Life making material

Ma ma ma
My Mother Water

Oh Ma!
What would I be without you?

Ma ma ma
My Mother Water

Still

ill
bound by will
’round my mill
ground we’ll till
ground to nil
sound to still
still

Speaker

Please announce the speaker…
misspelt mispake
plain Mistake
once off
all fake

mistook it true
Mystic couth
shook untruth
once off
Truth

Seeker ?

And now …
Yo ga ta
Taste
Bha ra ta

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References

“And now yoga…” The begining of the Yoga Sutras

Word play between “you’ve got to” and “yo ga ta”

Taste, because it must be experience, it cannot be told or seen

Bha ra ta: a reference to Bharat also known as the country of India.
also a reference to the Sanskrit Bha/Ra/Ta or Bhava/Raga/Tala a delicate balance of Sensation, Tune and Rhythm of life.

Silence

A sigh a dance
From ahigh a stance
From untruth distance

I am

Albus Amor

In the language of love, I once wrote to my lover:

“Je ne veux pas faire sans blanc de t’aimer.”

The meaning said I don’t want to pretend to love you.
The spelling said I don’t want to love you impurely.

Words have a power to cast powerful spells. That is why it is called spelling.

Zan infused in me the essence of the Alabaster Girl.
Sadhguru infused in me the essence of yoga.
May these words infuse the essence of Albus Amor.

White love. Pure love. Deep love.

Love devoid of need. A refined love that heals and transforms.
A love akin to the divine. Pure inclusion. Pure acceptance.

Love is the quality that facilitates this purification.
Albus Amor is the most powerful in this regard.

The point is not about trying to be perfect or angelic.
The point is about striving. Constantly striving for the highest expression you have experienced in your life.

Albus Amor is not some ideal to compare yourself to.
It is a journey to walk.
The question is, do you have the courage to undertake it?

To strive to express this love in the world.

May you experience the sweetness of Albus Amor.
May you dare to seek to express Albus Amor in this world.

And now I cast this spell upon the entire world:

Albus Amor !

Lily Pada Delight

In the Grace of The Guru
In the Grace of The Elements
In the Land of The Lotus I sit
In the Land of The Lotus where me is in
With The Lotus Eyed Lord I sit

Sitting, the Bhutas grace my feet
Earth, bare feet
Splash, a Lilly Pada
A painted nail by my distant lover lingers
Breeze, gently kisses my feet
Space, envelops them

Oh the Joy of elemental dance !

In the Grace of The Guru
In the Grace of The Elements
In the Land of The Lotus I sit
In the Land of The Lotus where me is in
With The Lotus Eyed Lord I sit

Sitting, my feet rest upon the Lily Pond
Transforming filth to fragrance all night and all day
As Lily Pada happens
Submerged, the world is reflected back

Oh the Grace of Lily Pada !

In the Grace of The Guru
In the Grace of The Elements
In the Land of The Lotus I sit
In the Land of The Lotus Where me is in
With The Lotus Eyed Lord I sit

Bloom

Flowers bloom and so could you
Such a boon in sync with the moon
Soon, may you bloom too

The Circus of The Mind

Entangling cycles of incessant thought
On and on they go

Spirals of doom
Circles of pleasure
Spinning you ’round the merry-go-round

Stories, beliefs and fairy tales
All many faces of the cycle
Lifting you higher and higher until they dump you
Up and down, ’round and ’round
Cycles of memory recycled again

The problem is others, whispers the cycle
Avoid them, fix them, remove them
All alone you end up
With the little cycles

Suffering the cycles you want them to stop
Anything for a moment of quiet
Numbing, avoiding, procrastinating, distracting
All become intimately familiar to you
And on and on the cycle goes

You try running away, it follows you
You try numbing it, it just waits for you
You can’t avoid it, so best understand it

And so begins another cycle
Digging up sacs of memory and inventing all sorts of things
Darkness spills onto those closest to you
Later you find you’re still in the cycle
Not much seems to be working

Pleasure and pain
All depend on the cycle
You’re a slave to the whims of the cycle
You want to break free
Desperation sets in

Internal madness consumes you from within
You think you’re going insane for everyone around looks sane
The incessant spirals keep on spinning
Mental madness, miserable moods

To make the cycle stop
To bring a moment of respite
A comfy moment of silence
How hard can it be?
But still you don’t know how
The endless cycle keeps on going
Making you run in circles

One day you stumble upon someone who has something you don’t
You haven’t seen this before
You can’t quite articulate what it is
You don’t know but you want to know more
He clarifies that the problem is not your mind
The problem is that you are suffering it’s capabilities
A fantastic sense of imagination and a vivid sense of memory
He makes sense, you listen
He clarifies things you wish had been clarified long ago
Most importantly he offers you tools
You start using the tools
Things start happening

Peace comes
Joy surfaces
Tears roll
The circus continues but you have stopped trying to stop it
Instead a certain gap develops
Over time that gap is sustained longer and longer
The mind is no longer a problem
It has it’s cycles
You are still learning how to use them, but one thing is clear:
You don’t suffer them anymore
There is a gap between you and the cycle
A silence, a stillness
That thing you were seeking all along

White Moon

Life dances under the nocturnal sun in full exuberance
I smell flowers in full bloom free fresh fragrance
I see spiders spill ilk in spun silk
I taste the sweetness of fresh strawberry
I hear life awake during this night of vibrance
I feel tears roll down my cheeks as I feel my life in resonance
Who would have known what sweetness lies in receptivity?

The Wall

I am going to school.
There is a wall on the path I take.
I wonder what is beyond the wall.
I want to look but i can’t, I am small.

I am small.
I am going to school.
There is a big wall on the path I take.
I wonder what is beyond the wall.
I can’t see what’s beyond it. Probably nothing, I think, since i can’t see anything.

I am small.
I am going to school.
There is a boring wall on the path I take.
There is nothing beyond the boring wall.

Now I am big.
I don’t go to school anymore.
I walk down an old familiar path.

I am big.
I don’t go to school anymore.
I walk down the old familiar path.
There is a big wall on the path I take.
I recognize it: The Boring Wall.

I am big.
I don’t go to school anymore.
I walk down the same path.
I remember the boring wall from when I was small.
Now I am big. I am even bigger than the wall.
And hey… that crack wasn’t there before.
Well… now it’s a small boring wall with cracks and nothing beyond it.

I am bigger than the wall.
I don’t go to school anymore.
Here comes the small boring wall with cracks and nothing beyond it.
There is grass before me.
The grass must be greener on the other side of the small boring wall with cracks.

I am bigger than the small boring wall with cracks.
I don’t go to school anymore.
Here comes the small boring wall with cracks.
The grass must be greener on the other side.
Why not check? I am bigger than the wall after all.
I do. The grass is the same color.
I must be stupid to have thought the grass would be greener.

I am bigger than the small wall with cracks.
I don’t go to school anymore.
I am stupid because I thought the grass would have been greener on the other side and it isn’t.
I look beyond wall again. Maybe it’ll make me less stupid?
I see a tall tree.
I notice I am not that big after all.

I don’t go to school anymore.
I am not so stupid anymore because I know I am not that big.
The color of the grass doesn’t matter.
I look beyond the wall again. Maybe it’ll make me smart?
I see a vast green field I never knew existed.
I see beautiful flowers, all kinds of animals and a house.
I can’t believe I thought there was nothing behind the wall.
I have learned a lot from this wall. What a source of wisdom.
It is my wise wall.

I don’t go to school anymore.
I am on the same path.
Here comes my wise wall.
I am smart now because I know what is beyond that wall.
I also know that the color of the grass doesn’t matter.
I see another wall.
That is not my wise wall it won’t teach me anything.

I don’t go to school anymore.
I am smart.
I am on the same path.
Here comes my wise wall.
I like it.
I have learned a lot from my wall.
I wonder what is beyond that other wall.
I can’t see beyond it.
I want to.
I go find something to stand on.
I look beyond it.
I see new things I didn’t know.
I realise I am not smart for I ignored this wall believing it had nothing to teach me.

I don’t go to school anymore.
I’m not very smart.
I’m on the same path.
Here come my two walls.
I look around and see there are walls everywhere.
I realize they can’t be my walls. They’re just walls.
I realize I make too many conclusions that limit me.
I stop doing that.
My eyes are open.
Who is doing the conclusions anyway?
Who am I for that matter?
Good questions, I don’t know.

I don’t know.
I am on a path.
I wonder what is beyond the walls I see.
I seek ways to look.