Monday, December 2, 2013


The poiesis of consciousness. The art of reality. The sound of time. We live so that we may live, we live so that we don't's this that defines our minds, we are foolish, we don't want to die without laughing. I think its gravity that keeps us from getting happier, the earth the sun, pulling our good emotions down when we are crazy, evaporating conscious thoughts and showing us darkness when all we need is light. The world finds a nook inside us and slips into us. It's not easy but it stays there till we are full of the light. The light meets the darkness and they speak of the software inside the head filled with shadows, stories and crazy things. The night is only the memory of the day and the day memory of the night. I finally figured it out, emotions are dreams, playing hide and seek with us...The darkness looks like the sun every morning. Its a mad, mad universe and the reason we exist is nothingness. The big question still remains, "What do we do when we encounter beings from distant stars ? " i looked at the sky...there was a large white bright moving object and it was moving through the clouds, must have been a UFO same guys who sai d cheese where are they now...We are connected to each other, let that sink in. Mah! the rational explanation of almost everything. God is communicating with us at frequency that is mysterious. Why do we forget that there is spirituality even without us, with us, more than us...Does God believe in magic ??? Even if we practice a lot, make deductions, analyse we will never be able to comprehend how big the universe is, there is a strange feeling that we might never reach where we are expected but that is the key, expectations are changing into thoughts with time...the sublime feeling of accomplishment awaits those who understand the magic of the moment, its let the sun rise... the moon shine and don't count the stars even if you want to. Is the universe as infinitely small as it is infinitely big ?
Only to make matters dawned on me that we live in a fine tuned absolutely perfect universe...the mystery becomes mysterious ! We've been floating in space since ages...i'm sure there is a reason...(looks like there has always been chips...) !...and since its dark everywhere...looks like the universe 'is' hiding something ! Life gives you chips when you ask for meaning... Nobody goes thinking about deep space for a long time...even those who went to the moon came back ! Space is looking for ourselves. We can stop time by letting go of the intellect. Affection a form of gravity...i found my consciousness, it's inside me just needs more coffee. The place where thoughts condense into words...The place where the universe condenses into words...Lost in dimensions and things in space. Time is everything and life is short.The universe seems like a giant puzzle, we cannot yet comprehend it but it is nevertheless beautiful.i dreamt if i found the colours and you were not watching from the stars and you, i would paint you a picture, but the night..... again long as i think of you , may you be happy. Distant echoes of peace, in the mountains of emotions the light of words and colours of consciousness, reflect in the dark dreams of the vast universe of the soul...there is a time warp between being peaceful and really peaceful ....dreams of .....there is no such thing as too much magic...the magic in our world; magic in our heads;magic in our life; logic in our heads; logic in our world; logic in our life. Learning to play with the mind, timeless...

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Friends and music,...the silence is the invitation to the concert we are all invited...     if our thoughts are eternal and if every passing moment is not the day, how come there's tomorrow, we're not dreaming now, about dreaming...It's strange. We are looking for ourselves. We are probably all that needs to happen to us when we are looking. We are just souls in suspended animation! We are all united by the soul. It seems like it is different from others but deep inside it is magic. Looks the same feels the same and likes the same songs when no one is there. It flies with the moment it swims with the tides. Every bit of it cries out for the same things that we care about. It is light in the vast dark mortal energy of life. Can you feel it ? Deep inside it's in everything that matters. There is no sun, no earth, nor anybody who is alone because there is no time to be alone, everything is eternal and each thing listens. Whatever it is that is inside us is powerful. It changes the way we look at things, and the way we do things. The fact still is that how can it be present in us all the time and we not know about it. Why can't we imagine things in isolation? Mystery deepens because we are all the same, so what makes us different. Yesterday was i'm completely satisfied...words have no meaning...why should we die...we are completely mad why should we be mad...How can matter exist in our minds and at the same time we can ask a question about it existing ? The beginning and the end are more or less the same, language makes them different! What makes us human.Every time I come close to understanding life the universe and almost everything...I have to wake up ! That moment when things fade into yourself and you can feel that you are alive. Obviously, other wonderful things happened in the big bang, because definitely the earth and the stars weren't the only things..the mystery of the universe is an abstract concept, not is different for different people and since we exist as only a thought what comes before thinking could be nothing but the thought that we exist as a thought in the  universe only in a different way... similar thoughts which existed caused fluctuations and what resulted is consciousness...Does the universe change by our perception? ...since we exist as only a thought why are we real ? That moment when things fade into yourself and you can feel that you are alive. We are flowing with time and emotions. The right feelings, the right words, with the right frame of mind at the right time. The moment we want to see what is before us things have changed, everything happens fast. The world is not enough when we want to understand it. The thoughts are far away in the infinity of the edge of the universe. Do we really know where we are from? Sadness is the blindspot of human consciousness. We are conceptual, when things change us we become real, when we observe things we are happy.  The universe is a result of a unique timing of events...we are experiencing everything in different ways... that could be infinity !

Friday, June 8, 2012

Looks like before the universe conspired to happen, everything was cool. Change is the only constant.There is this uncanny feeling that the world will change tomorrow. Happiness is accommodating the change. It's a great feeling to be a new version, distorted, distracted, exhilarated with the eternal weakness of trying to find out what makes us what we are. The soul asks me whatever it wants to, whenever it wants to, most of  the  time I can't reply. It's not that I can't but what does the soul know about the world and what to do with it. It leaves me wondering who has the answers to the things about the world. Why are things like the soul really about anything. Is there really anybody out there. The day we can call the earth, the universe our own is the day we will find peace. There is a life that we imagine. Every day we try to move towards our imagination. It takes a lot of courage to see through the tedious darkness. The adventure of the ordinary. The little things that matter. Conflicts about our lives. It's neatly ordered in our minds. There is another thing that makes our lives worthwhile. It is beyond the ordinary. It is placeless, formless and pure. We cannot see it. We cannot feel it. It is what finally sets you free. The only thing about it is that we long for its desolation. The peaceful echoes of the lost soul. Things which don't change us are not real. Sleep twerp, sleep. (of happiness and despair we have no measure...some dreams from the world...TIME is a way of telling you everything, and nothing. ART is playing with TIME.THINGS: Colour washed like apple and rose,Rows of ladybirds in six toes,The passion fruit,The silly prose,Where it comes from where it goes, Nobody knows.Feathers flight, trailing lights,The summer song won't end this night.GREEN: Life on the lazy grass,Talking to the trees,[the hidden fruit],The monkeys grin :) ,The ocean indeed,The wilderness call,And them leaves all,Quietly in the breeze.BLUE: Oceans bed from far within,The moon clears the pigeon seeds,The baggage van, the suede shoes,Skies again in true fluffy blues.YELLOW: The whistling fire for the coffee brew,The sunshine prayer, Ah, sunflowers too,The painting for the picture frame,The memories for the quiet night,And some of the colours for the painting too...) 
terrestrial logic of complexity = extraterrestrial logic of can reason help when imagination is busy...the art of dual states of the mind art...The space between the unknown and known contains our universe. The use of mind colors the synchronicity of the imagination. what befalls in all the colours, what happened to black and white, what got the day...what happens at night, if all the colours get mixed up and the painting doesnt seem any clear and reasons don't sound right...the nights are weary and day is away and all that is said and left behind, will you hide the colours, the watch and the feather when the time is right. Pure happiness is everlasting and inner peace is cyclic, unhappiness followed by happiness, the problem of course is distraction from this peaceful cycle...thoughts are dimensionless they can only light the universe, what we perceive can only be an illusion, however the nature of eccentricity can only expand the illusion, we can only become real if we can decipher this eccentricity. The universe is only a beautiful prayer ! How can we think of God if we don't know what to do with ourselves...? Does the universe have a memory...The consciousness of poiesis. The reality of art. The time of sound. The universe is the place where the soul lives.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


The day broke free
From the fetters of the night
The vibrant birds go on a new days flight
Dew drops on the flowers
Like tiny pearls shine
This magnificent sight
touches this heart of mine.
Bees buzz around in the search of bread
A good days work which
They have ahead
O beautiful morn
What creation art thou
Such bewitching beauty
I know not how
The dew greets thou
With a gentle kiss
The bountifulness of nature
Nothing is amiss
I must go now for we must part...
Till the night creeps in
Through with the stars.


Are we born to reason?
Or do we justify our birth?
Why does immortality enchant me?
Like a rewarding dream
Immortality brings all of us together
No age, No caste or creed, no religion
Why then are we looking for an
Oasis in this desert of life
We are moved by mirages.
Why do our parched lips long
for the nectar of immortality?
Life is the fetters for the soul
And it freaks out in the quiet night
and the bright day
Let us all then pledge happiness
and meet again.


Welcome back home she cries
The place where I belong
Welcome back home she cries and
it wont take long
For, shes been so good to me
She makes me cry
She gave those dreams to me
She made me cry
I don't know why
I've made all my good friends
I've lost some too
I don't care,... the hell about
who... the hell are you
I need some time alone
Some time to think about
Why I needed her yesterday
I need some time to think about where the
hell do i roam
She thinks about us
Its not easy why
She cares so much for me
I'm ready to think ...for her
She taught me everything
She taught me to fly
Soar above the clouds I did
When she was with me
I cant explain the feeling
Which I have inside yeah.


The big D, the land of dreams,
Like huge waves everything hits me
Am I the age old rocks just waiting to be withered with time
Or am I the lowly sands just being pulled into the vast ocean of this city.
I do not know, what I am doing in this credit card paradise
Have i really seen or have I eaten the apple?
Life and friends are all around me, seeking wisdom far away
from loved ones
The colours and lights faded...
Of Nostalgia ,Oh sweet agony
As I walk through the city maze everyday
My mind wanders away to a place
To a communion of souls now communicating for the search of wisdom.
How can I set my estranged heart free.
Oh how I wish to retreat to where it belongs
Away from cellular phones and absorbed minds
I want to float gently in the breeze in my Utopian sanitarium
I promise deliverance from all sufferings
I promise my soul back to the Elysian fields
I promise the death of all worldly desires, for the friends in my community
I promise goodness to all for egoistic comforts
And Im lonely in this psychedelic gathering of colorful souls
But I dream, yes, I dream on, till the end
I dream till the end of eternity and beyond
Alone I dream
Yes I dream
Welcome to paradise.


The moon sails on the seas of the misty clouds
Like a beautiful lady, playing
Hide and seek with her beloved.
It moves in and out of the clouds.


The angel in my heart and the devil in my mind
Have been with me through my living years
When I crawled, I flew a thousand flights
Its now that my mind follows the feet,
when I have learned to walk.
Why do i not fly anymore?
Have the depth of knowledge, come from my minds facts
Where are all those vast serene nights where I spoke my dreams?
Have my dreams met the horizon of reality,
Or is it a tempting mirage?
Why have I ceased to wander into familiar places. In my mind.
Have those places changed with time or am I too far away
Thinking of  enigmatic memories and distant thoughts...
Oh how I long for those warm starry nights,
Where I have seen the hearts of many meet mine.


The distant drums in a far away land
proclaim the software inside my head
My soul longs for freedom from the world
lying at the altar of humanity
Heart longing for the understanding of  wicked desires
Calm minds succumbed to
distortion by the cruel noble world
Caught by the changing life
My soul longs for freedom
Will you help me my friend?
Will you teach me to fly?
Away from this world of
souls of great despair
From racist zealots and dirty virus deaths
Away from myself,
My soul longs for freedom
Take me away
Far away where the night meets the day.
Why do the flowers light the day,
The dew drops are nothing but drops of cold ice....
Announcing another immaculate dawning gone wrong.
Do I have to live in this world with pollinated skies
and polluted souls.
Who am I waiting for?
What am I waiting for?
Where are all my friends......
Where are all the angels?
I can see them laugh at me..
....laughter on scornful faces.
My soul has turned schizophrenic.
Estranged between terrestrial things and
and wanderings in the distant end of eternity
I am sick of living in this kingdom
Sick of indifference.
Loneliness is not a phase, serenity is far away...


Yesterday I looked up to the sky,
As I lay on the park, I saw the clouds.
There was a face in the cloud
One eye wide open
and as I looked, I could see it
opening its eyes revealing blue eyes
And yet , as I looked
The mouth moved.
I felt as if it was trying to say something to me.
What ? I do not know
Why ? I do not know
I looked again still staring while it changed from face to face
Each one distinct and each one crazier than the other.
As I kept on looking it vanished with a whiff of the wind.
I was alone.
we confront infinity at a point where we think it ceases to exist...
it interesting can that be...