Watching images passing by
listening to the sounds in the distance
i feel attached to the sense of beauty
i feel detached to the sense of 'I'

-'I' that is my mind
-'I' that are my feelings
-'I' that are my words or my looks

and I feel closer to the 'I' that is SOHAM
that is OM MANE PADME HUM
that is SAT CHIT ANANDA
that exist in NON-existence
that breaths through NON-breathing
and connects to Essence that is Being
that knows no beginnings nor ends

everything is within the self or Self - so I search for everything - Life expressions, experiences, knowledge, wisdom, guidelines, fullness, nothingness, all...

I hear the voice from the centre of the earth
your image hallucination takes over me
organic, orgasmic, organoid

who are you Mr. Sadness - do I know you, have we met before?

I look at my fingers, my keyboard, the vase on my desk, trying not to cry
but it is all in vain - the night is taking over
the music of dis-appearance

You have dis-appeared before we have truly met
gone under the cover - hidden within the nothingness
leaving with me images of love and trust and peace

odd, wonderful, beautiful but hidden was your touch
chirping outside our window was a parrot, or was it the heater that
cheated the noise
unearthly, profound, mystical, real was your smell

I found you and lost you within the same thought

Did you know - Love comes with the surrender that is greater than your-Self

And I see us holding each other's hands and chatting aimlessly
And I see us lying on the sofa - covered with moments of nakedness
with no fear, and no answers, just simply surrendering

I will have my coffee tomorrow morning in Ole as usual
and you will have yours in Rome

I have met you, my love
against all odds of the Universe that likes playing jokes on us mortals
and lost you before we have truly met...

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You know you have been caught by the love's claws when:

You are a black widow spider's mate
And you enter her net willingly even though
Your mum, TV, and neighbors, have warned you not to

You are a fish that follows the loved one into the fisherman net
Praying your head hits the hull next to her's
So you can gasp your last breath together

You search the world for the sperm whale vomit
So that you can put it into the essential oils
He could smell - with the scents of your skin

You listen to the radio as though it is for the first time
and hear your story in every single song
That sings of love or pain or longing

You clearly feel the wound bleeding
But testosterone and oxytocin in the blood are raising
And your heart's bit hits the record when he stands next to you

When God, chance, Faith, circumstances, Universe, all say ‘no'
And you ignore it, listening to his voice on the other end
With a shiver that causes a storm on the other side of Atlantis


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so amazingly soft and tender
with his head against my chest
all day long, seeking caresses

fragile and beautiful
my baby-boy was sick

his solemn, tranquil eyes reminded me of

poppy's red delicate petals
in the middle of the Maltese gorge

of butterfly's wings
against the 1000 years old stone fortress

of albatrosses' feathers colour
in the middle of the rough sea

of the texture of the spider's web
in the deserted house, not open for ages

of the breath of the sea-horse
moaning for his loved one who was killed last night

of a cat just giving a birth
to her first ever kitten

of Buddha's 101-st hour
under the tree where he got enlightened

yesterday, my baby-boy was sick
he was gentle, sensitive, weak

he reminded me of the energy of the sea
just before the storm

so quite, so serene, and so somber
were his eyes...