“There’s a great symbol in the sky
So complete as it is, interpreted into the multiverses of languages”
Do your chores, consume your good meal, have your decent prayers.
Multiply into goodness, care for each other, then.. as everything is ready in its precise moment, carry everything, everything… as far to the stars
As high as you can
(because you can)
Reconnect with the Divine
(because you can)
Did you notice recently? The aurora dance even quicker than lightning
Did you notice deeply? The most beautiful being already here to make their steps
Did you notice all over again? Everything is being fast-forwarded, no more rewind left behind.
“There’s an Open Gate
Formed as it is, by gentle arms”
“The storm has provided its role..”
It’s time to return Original, Starshines.
“A zen of a small grass
Within drops of water, beyond them, a great light”
Good day Universe,
It’s been awhile since our last journey together to the unknown. It’s been awhile since I last extruded myself to you from all my hidden thoughts.. and it’s been awhile since I remember how a certain primordial feeling would felt like. Very private. Thus, not always enjoyable, not always comforting.. mostly, it was necessary at the start of it all.
I would like to have another private conversation again, with you.. Omega. Carry me to a place where everything’s right. Where the trees and your wise naturalities come into being and fully living. Where to be able to cherish.. is a highness state that is free for anyone who arrives to find each other.
Where nothing is in judgment, nothing is in count, nothing lurks under, nothing left unspoken, nothing left unshared, nothing left without sincerity.. and so everything that steps in and out, everything steps with honesty. Nothing ever need to be questioned, for the answers were right from the start.
..It was just like that night ..isn’t it? A night full of stars above the wide land of grasses, the monsoon breathe fast and slow, I remember the way to the ocean although everything seemed darker.. but your glowing paintings above us.. were mutually undemanding, unrelenting, unexplained.. too beautiful.. too memorable, too magnificent to exist. It was not of the earthly earth, It must be special, and quietly hidden. I assure myself from time-to-time.
It was like the vision of yesterday, just yesterday. How long has it been..? Sometimes, I wish I could recall the timeline where we are. No matter if it was in the past, or again in the future.. I just wanted to be present within it.
Now.. when I come to you, as a star, as a child, as a mature in-being, and present myself, again.. Please do, tell me more of the starshines stories.. I would really love to hear, to see, to feel… the chaste simplicity of our Being..
Beam us in.. into your multiversal language, of Your Everything.
It was an unexpected quiet coffee shop in a Friday afternoon.
I walked in with the familiar feeling of being befriended. The comforting smiles of the staff, opens a glamorous humor as soon as I nestled my residing amusement in my favorite couch. Quickly I melted at the opening rise of the conversation..
“Your today’s Coffee?”
I grinned, my pointy finger seized itself onto the Mochaccino. The unusual selection exposed me to my childlike grin.
A friend came in. She lifted a topic in a quick tick. There we chatter along like two old friends, two learning geeks, two uncategorized mimic of Dante and Satre who made a turned out point on a big book on the table. It was like a quiz of mind, testing questions, and naturally, testing the answers. Since many things/cases seemed to have been forgiven, but not forgotten.
A peacefully harmful play of two brains slicing out their domain – A use of mind, to escape the mind – I tilted my head in a way and the other, shifting standards, too much milk in the coffee, reassuring the availability of my security… the cigar ran tasteless. Is it now updated or has it been outdated?
Another question, another stairway going up the temple and down the labyrinth, not very amusing… I tell you. But as the hour went by it became more obvious;
Sympathy might still bring harmful things, but Empathy is to never being harmful.
Oho! A catchy tongue bite~ questioning the emotional intellectuality.
But once you have a clean thread of Feeling… you’ll soon realize again, that to forget, is to change the (past) case into blessings.
Surely it is one of the wisest humor of mankind. A force-slap to reshape the civilized manner –
Mostly, at stake.
The seaside blue, in your eyes
Tells amorous things, about life
It perceives the triangular puzzle, a beaming-in
Like the lesson given, by a high priest
The “I” returning to the shell, swift and solemn nurturing shades
Catching the sun, the moon and every possible extract of the waves
Closing in, we are, into the next dimensional gain
“A day without learning, is like a day without sunshine”
Greetings, good friends. Tonight, I would like to share you a brief story of this week experience. Let us begin with the topic of“experiencing the downfall”. But let us define the term in not such a negative way, rather.. through a sideway. As you may have known, a sideway can bring you to alternative endings and different point of view.. Even so, a sideway may also put you in a state of being mentally worried, physically weighted and most of the times, weary.. and then loss.
Worried, weighted, weary.. are all the result of being not knowing, unable to control the result, unable to see things through. Yes, it is dark and sometimes blind hitting. It is a mysterious quest which can induce anger, fear, oblivion and confusion to the highest tension. Yet in the end, even after all the process, there is only “loss”- a loss for the weary body, loss for the weighted feeling and the loss of worries. Surprisingly, the only part within you that dominates these three aspects is nothing but your own Mind.
So let us imagine “the mind” as a very playful person, who is more than willing to become a master pantomime, a reflection of your own mirror. Just like a startup program in a computer that can only be accessed, when you hit the “Enter” button.
In other meaning, when you are giving it a permission to enter.
And so the mind can become a favorably provocative virtual companion. Which is actually Passive, not Active. Please remember this, your mind CAN become passive in certain special areas. Only, when you are giving it a permission to become passive. Why? Because the mind itself is not fully aware of its capacities. The mind is simply a very highly integrated technology in your body. The skill of manifesting its function lies within your Heartset, a quiet whisper of truth that mostly became alienated when is challenged with the condition of not-knowing.
This is a basic reminder which should be fair enough for your own foundation, of being You.
See the pattern, for when you notice the passing through it all, be it hardships, be it challenges, be it a stimulus. Whether losing it.. or winning it. In the end, there is only loss, not lost.. Only – a free zone – from any excessive energy-in-motions.
Therefore, in each unrelenting moments and in every possible breath, all that is left for you to have.. as ends meets, is just to be the best – of you. Again, it is not as complicated as you may think of, it is even much, much easier to understand when is not in doubt, but it is also not quite as simple as one would imagine..
May you have a starshine smile 🙂
It has been an interesting week how you supported our rest with physical pauses.
It must be one of your personal pattern that the sky is frequently painted with adequate colours of unrelenting humidity and climate abstraction.
Plus the emotional tense that is beginning to become more suffocating…
And yet, it is amusing how the sky have seemed to change faces as its other version… Just like a commuting twins between second birth in life…
But what can be so much to proud of… from a second birth of life?
Regardless of your achievement, it’s not about how old or young are you
It only means, you have so much more to let go
And so much more in becoming mature
I wonder if I would still have any wonder of what it is that you have planned for the next scenario… And yet… I have none.
For as each moment passes, questions becomes invalid, answers becomes invisible, memories becomes a legend… And feelings… becomes a myth.
Curiosity has now succumbed to zero ground. And again, the same old lyric from a friendly song hummed itself along in my ears;
“How does it feels like if you’re the only one left who remembers?”
Sincerely, I pray that it will not happen.
For the taste of Scarlet, is both passionate and maddening.
One thing is for sure, although you have full authority to access everything you have had been through — throughout your entire lives — the authority is given only when, you ‘chose’ to remember. It’s true that the affirmation is as simple as learning to believe in it, but… please keep in mind that whatever the amazing process soon will be;
Mind your sincerity, mind your commitment, and most of all, to firstly mind your manners. 🙂
“…Like a Cheshire cat that brings numerous clue in a surprising manner
In the most least expected time in a cool summer holiday
When you suddenly realize that you are actually waiting for a storm to pass…”
And so the epic story will be repeated again and again, of a generation that will come much further, much more advance than you will ever imagine. A generation that surpasses its predecessors, completely. What can be more to a joy, than witnessing all that…? Somehow, the view will make you feel like an orange, a contemplated animated orange ready for a peel, to be puffed, squeezed and scrutinized into the multi-magical mixers. To be tasted as one of the absolute flavors in the everlasting stream of Mother Nature…
But then I asked the same questions to myself;
Would you make a complete blend of your original colours?
To make your stand strong, both beneath the air and above the waves
To embrace your inner Sisters and Brothers
To be completed in your Name
To make it actually happen
It is unexplainably melancholic and content in here…
Possibly, the heat wave has made its way to surpress some thoughts…
Surely, the forthcoming will be quite a good day for the quiet mind, Universe
Even enduring another date with the dominating Scarlet
It will be good to have a quiet day, indeed.
The sun brings forth what’s in the moon
The moon returns what’s in the sun
The red star enriches the ribbon of the silver strand
The silver strand nestled the domain of the red star
An immaculate gem of the purest translines waiting for a soft entrance…
A fascinating blaze of the most furious thrills eager to be subdued…
We do not question what is to be answered…
We do not answer what is to be questioned…
“A holy grail inspires All”
A complete union, is as what it is
Drawn in early 2015. The Subject of drawing is a middle-aged person who is currently active in the education industry. Uniquely different from the other Subjects I had met, the drawing result were more to an outline of dimensional diagram of his/her life journey. The picture above is a postered-edge copy of the original which already been given shadings and numerical identifications for private analysis.
It is interesting, when a man is meant to be as human of kindness. Then what makes a man –
not yet a human?
If immortality is such a sweet inheritance to interface within,
then what made you unable to manifest its blessings?
There’s nothing more ridiculous than the unwillingness to appreciate your very private self at your present state.
That it took great shouts of man, to move the heart of heavens
Then what does the heavens even effortlessly need to accomplish
…Just to move the heart of man?
Another heart is ripe when you synchronize… If this is your way of embedding the unforgettable conversations then you have not made it anymore simpler than this.
Oh… affirm that I contribute with my best glorification
as what it is, just simplicity
How the moon rises and sets
In a crossing repetition of gravity
Reminds of Tara, the name of a star
A phenomenal femininity
Have you heard of her?
There’s a sweet story to share from the peak of the mountains
Once a very very far place, spotted by the tiniest of minds
Once a very very dark place, visualized by the explorers of surrealism
Like a new full moon for a complete Woman
Just once in a while…
Like moonshine on the waves
When you open the entrance of the world inside you, realigns then an entrance to the flowering womb of compassion
A return to paradise of neutralities
Dearest Sir, Dearest Madam
It is funny,
How you greatly educated us all with your delighting topics
in a very consistent manner
A child sends regards, from here… from there… from everywhere – Now
In becoming a more mature being
I Remember You
“Good evening, …”
Someone address me by my name, with an oddly familiar tone of voice. It is so amusing, for everything else seems differ… so how can that be? Positively, it is a great pause at the first moment of impression — then, the sensation reattributes itself and enters… without me even inviting.
A coffee drips in, very, very subtly…
Just like a tunnel of flowing water that has never been blocked down, I cannot resist the temptation to recall the origin of something that perhaps is memorably eternal… Could it be any? Hmm…? But when the atomic sprinkle goes onlining… my linger-logic tampered me with its brilliant supremacy of questioning…
But then I look into Your eloquent eye…
One very fast breath — twitched me bright — then, brighter. I am now convenient in Your feelings.
The deep, deep nostalgia… would only come to deliver a significant progression to our worthy smiles…