“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 just like before..
The callings of Melchizedek
When people re-read the Book
To decipher the re-linings
It was just like before..
The whispers of the holy moon forest
When people do research on the Manuscript
To download the New System
Hush now.. hear it..
It was just like before..
When seeing does not contain hearing
When hearing does not contain feeling
When feeling does not contain thinking
When thinking dies, and the vision..
..Left us only a paradigm’s concubine
The Eighth, Fifth, Fourth diagram resurfaces,
It is soon Full Human versus Full Human
For all in the sky of heavens and the deepest depths under, bear you the fruits of the two witnesses.
Before all this,
A place of rest and return to.. Your Sanctuary .
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 🙂
Here and now, this is the soothing of the dawn. A new age echoing. The clock-maker is in tune.
A timeline, refined.
It’s like the speeding light and its’ momentous gaze, notice how nature has presented it wisely that what has been rightfully yours, is now to take.
A form-mass re-activates the gentle-mass of inert angles. Hold still, for everything within is standing still.
There’s this forbidden twinning, a secret combining. It is simply a quiet composition which brings thrills of exotic ions… That is, your body.
So to remain deep in your sleep, remain light in your wavelengths. Muted. Brightened. You may not hear it and you may not see it, you may again become nothing even when you are fully feeling it.
Maintain your breath, this is the re-absorption of Samadhi. There’s a reversion to be completed with. Without you even watching, a scavenger was uniquely transformed as you were aroused… Where is it? There…
There it is…
In the liberation of dark and light.
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
In the midst of a serene space of 2 AM, a stonelike path leads to this beautiful video… Enjoy, the acceptance of the present moment.
My special thank you to spiritualconnectedness for sharing it to public attention.
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…
None is necessary ever to be attached with.
Yes, it was a great pause since the first moment of impression… Oh, it has always been…
In one infinite circularian
A man-made ego
The conscious ones
Now versus its consciousness
What does it feels like?
To be able to taste the absolute sweetness? The so-called epithet of valor, a wine from the river of Sanga…?
What does it feels like…
To realize that all your magnificence is nothing but a mere relend-able gift.
It is now your wisdom, versus The Wisdom. Your words, versus The Word. Your standards, versus The Standard
And as lovely as the highness sensation that you probably hold so very dearly… what to be share of it is nothing quite what is seen.
In the presence
Of the infinite awakening
Here goes the pen, again. Slowly, inhabited by life.
I would like to tell you a secret
There’s something I see in the night rain…
He was dark.
It is as if his eyes becoming transparent, each day. Consuming the omnipotence.
I remember how people had given him many names… many callings…
Ah, but I prefer to call him a friend. A certain friend
There’s one time that I came unto him and asked the questions of the world… my world.
(Inside the mind of a child, what could be better?)
And there were many books that I carry with, too many books to propose with
His answers only, a smile.
Maybe, just once, I have heard him humming.
It’s like a big thunder that made even the trees awakened
Would you like to know how the sounds floated like?
He was lighter.
It is as if his eyes grew colorless, each moment. Absorbing the polarity.
There’s something I used to see in the night rain…
Although now it’s not like what I used to love…
Between eclipses of each foundation…
A MYSTIC PRIMORDIAL.
I awake under the weight of the heavy snow.
The uproars surged up to the air of this cliff, synchronizing in inhuman screams as it slipped through beyond the mountain walls where shadows becomes one with the stratosphere of the night.
Yet I had taken some time to get fixed to my eyes… the soft push of these tiny light-falls instruments from an inevitable height, were the ones very inviting to mine… but even though they were remarkably beautiful… the presence of darkness above would easily made captive every piece of the beauty possessed.
For every slightest sense of light—in this place, could easily perish
In silent curiosity, if you have secretly wonder about it… what to be heard after is the weeping of the moon and the forest. These condemning yet almost delightful howls have manifested into spears of eerie vowels, a very saddening tune to whoever listen to a prisoner of soul.
But why does the harsh winter embedded in this northern land in a quickening state of madness? Perhaps, to trifurcate with our faith. But I assure you to keep your wits as a child even as you are now… Thus by being uncompelled by the conditional nature, your resistance to this sweet illusion is, and always high.
If you would listen to the soars risen from the depths of death — trying to regain the self-returning to the senses…
Just like a code to remark with
Sometime, somehow, in a certain point of your unique track of flight, it will again become somewhat chaotic… and the familiar feeling—the images of being return into this sweet, luscious, tantalizing dreams… (Oh, how they have visited too often in your sleep—)
The idea… the urge of returning…
Would made you shiver
I realize it’d took one long enough to finally see how beautiful everything really is… Shimmering in a twisted circuit of deep, invisible transline — that connects to a placate masterpiece gradation of The Opalized Labyrinth.
Now, if you would stand for awhile and admire the beauty of overcoming these situational emotions…
Then “Now” surely won’t be the day when the mind meets an end.
Be it sunny after the storm… or be it stormy after the sun
I assure you – within everything – there’s a Verge of Gaia
Breathe, into me. Very slowly… yes, very, very… slowly… You must be gentle to yourself, since you are after all…
a new spark, exquisitely and exclusively, being born…
My immaculate, Adiemus…
My higher wanderer, my perfect isolation of 2 as 1
Is Being Arise
Aha! At halt please! Now this is too intriguing! If by any chance, this is a chosen period somewhere (I think?) in my quick memory where every secret, every scenario, every transition is rightfully mine to record — then how come (strangely, then) I do not remember? Such a naïve pointillism secrecy of Life and Death, isn’t it?
Oh my… there it goes my witty analysis! (actually, it’s only me being humiliated by my own logic—really!).
In a spanking way, I feel more senile than wise.
Well, you were being enthusiastically lazy in your first sacred months… very much — childlike… thus, as always…
* We shall be near *
It has been fun
And now, let us both go
My dearest, my very best…
The moon might have affected me tonight for everything felt too momentarily… Please, do not beguile me with your disguising manner for the heart whom we enthroned upon this new stage… is a fragile one.
Perhaps, the most wondrous, too
There goes a lover with a startling eye… too dazzling with perceptions that now begin to invite my sentimental biases… ah, but for how long the very spark left the skies? …why do we have to remember…?
Why do we need to remember
Glitched, flavored and obscured… I am again, pleading the nil between until every bits of my arrogance is penetrated… recall this, as the one playful tension where you and I are to be submitted—
And just before it passes the midnight of the night of third—a compass rule the skies… my only obedience for being here is to confirm your beautiful image… so very closely… but in an elegant crawl of chastity, yours are rushing, hurling me much deeper into your realm of expressions—
The formidable intrusion of becoming solid that you give, have significantly—excites me
It is in our highest remedy as it is in our most humble formation
Now we dance, to birth.
Therefore, my dearest, my very best…
My most wonderful…
It is only a short detach.
Ah, the name like of the lovers. How beautiful and powerful.
I shall confess to you that in my lifelong journey, I have found no other graceful creation than the constellation of a woman… the installment in every part is indeed an architecture of beauty.
Now I’d like to beseech you to only glance momentously on these writings as the way it is… let us say—a painting in a surrealism landscape. Perhaps, somewhat unseen, perhaps… for somewhat reason.
Walk through this way, and you’ll see what it means.
Again and again I’d like to privately humor myself with my tingling curiosity for maja… the suffocating desire that resurface itself from a very certain folksong that was deliberately planted (now, that I remember), is, by one’s own will. (…was it not?)
Still, nothing felt alive out of this pen.
And of course, there it goes again… The borealis curve strands high, a remarkable embodiment of cheeky pattern up there which actually employ forth a fold of just another fold of many, many other folds of… (well, cynically, it’s pleasingly enigmatic…!)
But even so, please… do, seize me into your whispers… do, recess me subtly… very, very softly… yes—into the dual-pleasures.
You deform my laughing stanza
I notice the altruistic sky of yours is about to board on this city… yet, even after trials of efforts… my mind hasn’t found an entrance to my serenity… I am, anything but being still. However, I have been (if not a secret) admirer to your discerning lights upon this quiet district, in which the way you have had my eyes opened and properly neutralized through these colorless walls made from reluctant manifest of sunny facets and multiple warmth… I must say, my curiosity has been built for you, truthfully… but even though your present weather came charmer than before, my sands of thoughts has not yet agreed to compromise with me, still. But then, the exaltation of solitude is keeping me in persistent past-sphere memories—of how I found myself a no company… it’s just like… the remarkable contrast of the currents you had, deep within. Then suddenly… suddenly, you made me withdraw myself from the unity of my pen and me. For this most wondrous, this warmest treat of simply yet perfect black coffee has beautified my sleepiness to its most graceful extent. The swirling dark plane of it all… is your sweet remedy, I presume.