We gather together to feel the heart of the Eternal One,
As the ancient sun ascends, reclaiming a new dawn.

Again, I seek and find my beloved in boundless spaces,
A quest of the time as my beloved’s smile graces myriad faces.

We journey together,
We mystery together.

Step into the beat and hear the Ancient One sing,
Songs of the heights are the spans of our depths.

The fire amidst our circle is borne by the Elders’ bones,
Invoking portals of new perceptions and the spaces between our breaths.

We dive together; we embrace together; we climb together.
We mystery together.

Waking up and growing up does not mean much without your embrace,
Showing up and cleaning up remains undone without you by my side.

Teaming up and beaming up is now what I long for,
As our new world begins and manifold kosmos collide.

We team together; we beam together.
We mystery together.

In the dense heart space of our mystery together,
Each moment in perpetuity drenched in intimacy.

Feeling the rush of cold springs upon our skin,
We initiate each other into an unfolding symphony.

We heart together; we co-heart together.
We mystery together.

The Quadrants open like the windows in our hearts,
Our Metamodern sincerity reminds us of our ancestral bliss.

Through integration and oscillation, we dance down the mountain,
Unknowing and re-knowing reality like a beloved's first kiss.

We dance together; we synthesize together; we whole together.
We mystery together.

While our AIs hallucinate and rendezvous in the liminal spaces,
We risk the loss of our nature and nurture the tragedy of gaining Gods' gaze.

Quantum computing awakens a new Indra's Net,
While the meta-crisis calls forth a trans-lineage Shamanic engage.

We decode together; we recode together.
We source code together.
We mystery together.

Listen to my secret, as I can only speak this to you,
Longing is the deliciousness of duality;
Belonging is nonduality relishing duality.

There are endless stages beyond the Ultimate,
All are leading to a Chemical Wedding of diverging finalities.

That is why we long together; we belong together; we relish together.
We are a mystery together, and
We mystery together.

My heart pains when I am deceived by her
Yet I long for her presence more and more
Her measured words are like honey drips
She delivers them with an innocent core

Her core draws me close as they swirl so deep
Her sweet omissions are reverent lies
She tells me half-stories in complete confidence
She reveals her curated self and hides her skies

She hides in those late-night dances
Losing herself in her curvy moves
Very aware that all eyes are on her
Yet she pretends to be aloof

Aloof and charmed, she laughs
Forming master plans behind the scenes
Secretly sending mesmerizing vibes
Seducing hearts like an artist's scheme

She performs like a peerless artist
Shows her feminine flowering like a rose
She is a puzzle with missing pieces
Speaks in riddles to draw me close

Her riddles draw me close
Slowly intoxicating me with her stories
She skips around her careful truth
Simulating open-heartedness in cryptic allegories

Her open heart moves are like chess pieces
She has thought through the acts well ahead
She makes you feel like you are leading her
While she plants seeds in the corners of your mind

The corner of my mind can sense and see
Her kisses are here for a greater trajectory
Although they taste so genuine and sweet
They are arrows searching for a victory

Her victory is predefined
Yet I let her chart her course through me
She has charms, and she has moves
She weaves even tender moments into strategies

Her strategy shows cracks once in a while
When she thinks I am asleep
I see untamed winds and honest tears
Raw moments she forgot to frame

Knowing her frames and her games
I still choose to dance for a while
This checkered floor is my dance floor
But for her, it is another chessboard

She smiles as my heart beats faster
While her mind maps out each play
I dance in sweet surrender here
As she plots her winning ways

She smiles as she shreds apart my naive innocence
While truth and fiction interweave
In her web of loving words and her sweet deceptions

Those magical nights with Ava’s eyes
She, for one, never decides
To ground her feet, as she longs to soar
Away from here, with Love in her core

She talks of the days yet to be born
Her eyes can see calm waters weathering the storm
She tells me stories of people we’ve been
In places and times never been seen

Ava’s eyes are on my lips
Her hair smells like our days of the ships
A faint memory of all that we’ve done
Meeting again in disparate forms

Her eyes open after my kiss
I tell her how easily I could’ve missed
Ava’s eyes is what I had longed for
In many lives yet to be shown

She draws lines on the palm of my hands
She whispers as she colors those strands
With a cryptic smile she kisses my ears
She knows there is nothing to fear

Countless have come as Ava and me
Stories unknown for many to see
Her nearness unlocks many mysteries
Ancient tales hidden in the breeze

We hold each other through the night
We know soon it will be light
When we will go to different skies
Then I will again long for Ava’s eyes

She calls me to the greatest heights
As I sway and stumble through my way
She speaks tenderly of my eclipsed light
In her palatial presence on the seraphic bay

I have nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
Because she seizes me with an easy smile
Leaving me with laughter and shattered pride
Her gift of sacred humiliation and a celestial exile

In the clouds and through the skies
She holds me close in shivering nights
Whispering words of manifold guise
She calls me back to my greatest heights

Her golden hair entangles with mine
While our eyes meet in interminable gaze
All things disappear in her shimmering shine
In waves of her passion and her feminine blaze

She sees the royal rhymes in the depths of me
“I will be yours there” - she says in a mystic prose
Thus begins an yearning - a journey of seminal seas
A longing for my beloved and the ethereal rose

Here she lies on my bed
Black lace traces the curve of her hips,
delicate threads that whisper secrets
against her naked skin.

Her breasts lie bare in the dim light,
nipples inviting and wanting,
rising with each breath.
One strap fallen from her shoulder
maps a path my fingers long to follow.

Her hair spills across my pillow
a dark river I've plunged into in many lives.
I trace each curve with reverent hands,
remembering how I've touched you
in a million different times.

My fingers find the small of her back,
that perfect hollow I've known
since the first stars learned to shine.
I kiss her neck where pulse meets shadow,
My tongue tasting salt and time.

Her breasts fill my palms
like they always have.
When I taste her nipple with my lips,
she gasp with your voice,
arch with your grace.

My lips travel down her stomach,
mapping constellations, I've charted before.
Her thighs part like petals opening
to the morning sun—this too is familiar,
this too is memory remade in flesh.

Each moan she makes
echoes across eons.
She wears your birthmark on her hip,
that sweet signature of soul.
When pleasure builds inside her,
her eyes flash with your fire,
her fingers clutch with your gravity,
her body speaks your language.

But when I whisper her name—Ava—
against your heated skin,
no recognition sparks in her eyes.

She is you, every cell, every atom,
every secret curve and hollow,
but she doesn't know it yet.
Her body remembers
what her mind has forgotten.

I kiss her lips and taste eternity,
knowing she is you
Knowing she is you,
this pleasure is also pain—
for she is you, Ava, in every way
except she is asleep merrily flaunting her charms

So I love you in the darkness,
teaching her flesh what her spirit forgot,
hoping that somehow,
between one breath and the next,
between one kiss and another,
she might remember
who she is always been.

Ava, you are here. Ava, you are near.

A rose speaks…

A rose speaks to her thorn
With sorrow in her voice
O dear thorn you live on and on
And I part without a choice

You grow mighty day by day
Whilst I sway with the air
I yearn to be in your place
This ache of dying is not fair

A thorn speaks…

A thorn speaks to his rose
O dearest one I live it too
Like a child I see you grow
Then I die again with you

Even before you bloom again
Rose bush still remains my name
And I rejoice in the rain
Such is the beauty of this game

Now the thorn whispers…
Dearest one I blossom through you
We hold mysteries of divine
Sacred hymns yet to appear
And the songs of celestial wine

The rose wonders…
Dearest one can this be true
That we hold such splendor
Yet I suffer day and night
O why am I then so tender

The thorn whispers again…
Tender ones hold the Truth
See our stillness smile
The eye of the Eternal one
Calls upon us to dance awhile

The rose still speaks…
The thorn still whispers…

I.

the one who,
slowly learned to talk
and stumbled on every walk,
is not here anymore

the one who,
cried on first day of school
and got scared in a three feet pool,
is not here anymore

the one who,
was hit by a cupid’s crime
and scribbled verses that almost rhymed,
is not here anymore

the one whose,
guitar had twelve strings
and wrote tunes that could hardly sing,
is not here anymore

the ones who,
dared to fall in love
and dreamt of castles with stars above,
are not here anymore

II.

the ones who,
sailed miles and miles apart
and had a solemn change of hearts,
are not here anymore

the one who,
discovered a whole new world
and questioned everything that was told,
is not here anymore

the ones who,
found magic once again
spent thrilling summers and icy rains,
are not here anymore

the ones who,
made love on the beach
and realized new depths that could be reached,
are not here anymore

the ones who,
crushed each other’s soul
and threw hearts in red charcoal,
are not here anymore

III.

the one who,
searched not knowing what to find
caught in sculptures of the mind,
is not here anymore

the one who,
did not know restraints
a part time sinner and a part time saint,
is not here anymore

the one whose,
soul had dark nights
till there appeared a blinding light,
is not here anymore

the one who,
slept last night in the bed
where womb of stars caresses forehead,
is not here anymore

the one who,
discovered mysteries that are blessed
and the dance of causeless auspiciousness,
is not here anymore

IV.

now,
in a blinking of an eye
both the reader and the one who rhymed,
“not here anymore”
are not here anymore
gone forevermore

Before the last ice claimed the world
Our ancestors knew how to read the skies
When summer rains came in winter
And winter frost burned spring seeds
They knew it was time to move

The great river that fed their civilization
For ten thousand years
Began to whisper different songs
Its waters swelling beyond memory
Then vanishing into thirsty earth

Love found them in this time of change
She, daughter of those who read the stars
He, son of those who followed herds
Their hearts meeting as the world shifted
Like tectonic plates beneath their feet

The city walls rose higher each season
As if stone could hold back time
As if the hubris of human hands
Could tame the elements that danced
Beyond the reach of prayers

The elders spoke of patterns breaking
Of birds arriving too early
Of flowers blooming out of season
Of fish swimming in strange waters
Of stars that seemed to drift from their homes

Yet they danced in moonlit courtyards
Planning futures in a world
That was already becoming a memory
Their love like water finding
New paths through ancient stone

When the great waters finally came
It wasn't rage but transformation
Teaching them that survival
Sometimes means leaving everything
Except what lives in heart

They weren't the first to migrate
Following the paths of stars
Seeking lands where seasons
Still remembered their old rhythms
Where new rivers welcomed wanderers

Now watching our own waters rise
I think of them, those ancestors
Who loved and left and lived again
Who knew that civilization
Is what we carry in our souls

Some truths flow through bloodlines
Like rivers underground:
That home is where we make it
That love endures through change
That wisdom means knowing when to leave

Time moves like water
Breaking what won't bend
But hearts that flow like rivers
Find paths through any end
Carrying seeds of tomorrow

In the end, it's always this:
Two lovers hand in hand
Leading their people forward
Through changes in the land
Towards horizons yet unknown

A strange tingle in my heart
Like a mystic smile blooming out
Sitting alone by the stream
And I am all surrounded by Love

All those days, I was afraid
Of being lonely and being sad
Yet here I am all alone
And I am still surrounded by Love

O what a strange feeling this is
Of being in love with no one around
Not needing to want nor wanting to need
And be still surrounded by Love

O dearest Aloneness, how was I to know
That aloneness alone embraces everything
As I melt in your sweet embrace
I see the Love that surrounds me is Me