|| fount ||

Becoming you

words see me

Becoming words

I see you

On your soul

is the shadow

of God’s love

Your spirit

a part of God

In your love

I perceive love

Touching you

I touch the God of love

In words

you create Love

Holy

Divine

Eternal

|| galaxy ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without you

time flows in me

Like a river

I bathe in its

loneliness-infested fear

I harden the

earth of my heart to stone

that you chisel to beauty

Days of pleasure

bury themselves

in the dust of time

In my silence

I live your divine love

your silent decorous cordiality

Dark and alone

Your name is

part of the universe

swimming across the galaxy

eyes want to reach the other end

to find liberation

from the stillness

|| flowery love ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love

I do not want anything from you

just...

a boat of courage

a bowl of faith

a flowery love

fragrant and spreading fragrance

To live and quicken

the emotional relations that are turning barren

to wipe and wash

the layers of dirt that are occupying the mind

for the body that has become dry and stony

with the sucking of blood

not to satisfy the desire of pleasure

but to quench the thirst of mind

to acquire pious satisfaction of the soul

to erase the spots appearing

from shocking attacking eyes

to liberate the breathes

from the suffocation of smoke rings

to narrate the story of dusty attack on the mind

to open each and every aspect of agony

and share the heat of stress

the pressure of world in front of you

Love

I do not want anything from you

just...

a boat of courage

a bowl of faith

a flowery love...

that is fragrant and spreading fragrance

You are the hut of autumn leaves

that have fallen from the tree of love

you are like sandy bank of silver range

not only of the body

but also of the silent mind

you are the ‘supreme river’

of ultimate happiness

like the waves in palms

in the palms of the waves

resounding with the fantasy of pure love

in my palms

your love like a conch shell

sticking to my breath

listening to my breathing

permitting love to breathe

the sound of the conch

echoing permanently

ringing like the winds

thundering like the clouds

it showers

whether you and I hear it or not

it is heard in every heartbeat

Love

I do not want anything from you

just...

three short poems

|| exploration ||

you

explore within me

the subterranean river

I explore within

you

the nameless ocean

you

address the

unaddressed cave-home

in my heart

your touch is inscribed

with your name

the damp-warm comfort of the soul

that sweeps the body away

with eyes like fingers

you dig my bleak mountains

and create a fragrant

succulent valley of flowers

the soul knows

the divine comfort

of the nature of life

|| eternal raga ||

In

the tender fist

of my experience

I want

to hold

the absolute

delight of love

Seeping out

of the body

I permeate

your space to

plunge into an

eternal raga

Becoming your life

my life beats

in my heart, my heartbeat

is yours now

playing your tune

|| essence ||

I settle

my unwavering gaze

on the moon of love

so the essence of her light

may surface

this is love

|| element ||

Like birds
eyes sow
love seeds

From the crack
of the heart
springs forth
the tree of gods

Eyes
raise
in the earth of the body
the celestial tree of desire

In the space
of  the body
eyes
create cool moonbeams
warm sunrays

The elements
of the body come
together to manifest love

In love
breath understands
the language of quickened breath
the aquiver body
the flushed cheek

In the body of the heart
rhythm dissolves
has its own script
own words
own meaning
own rhythm

In solitude
the perfume of love
and salve of perfume

In love
we dissolve in each other
you live me as I live you

Love desires
in body
the feel of the beloved
consonance takes root
the soil of the body
has its own spring

The love-fired body
brims with elixir

Divine threshold of the physical
love offers itself
elemental
          dissolving simply
element

|| dream canvas ||

I have your words

and you have my silence

you are my restless dream

I, the world of your desire

On the canvas of dreams

I paint brightly, give names unforgettable

luscious colours like you

names unforgettable, like you.

In my memory live your words

the true companions of loneliness

in the golden palm of sun rays

I place the eternal kiss of the loving glance.

I imbue alien winds

with love-scented dream-breath

and turn a strange word

intimate

As children create sandcastles

living dream play in the reality of life

in the expanse of your being

I sow the seeds of my desire

My desire

awaiting the footfall of creation

my heart beating to the sound of love

the sound, of our love

|| colours of spring ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love occurs inside the body-cave

like a magic

and dazzles you

while amazing you

Love enters inside the body-cave

like a light

wraps a net of profoundness

embraces

creates the solo experience of couple

with the lines that are colourless

like an artist

inside the mural of the body

With touch

of tender delicate paintbrush

on the wall of the body

the love-pictures appear

in the inner body, not

on the outer body

The soul touches

every pore having the feeling

of the indelible, indifferent, cognate

just its presence unites the two body murals

from above and inside

it makes a ‘house’ by itself

a ‘house’ of love

a ‘house’ of faith

a ‘house’ of submission

Like the child who makes his first home

inside the mother’s womb

writes his first text with his heartbeats

on the women’s chest

The fruit of love’s result

grows in the body-tree of the woman

and like the spring

blossoms on the body-chest of the woman

|| cees maurick ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feet firmly planted on ground

as though they grew

out of the earth

like some forest species

reflected in his eye

the blue of the sky turns bluer

from the ocean the tender-hearted friend

fills his heart

boundless in his affection

Tired with the world

he seeks haven in the forest

more civilized than the world

This animal loving hunter

hunts to save the forest

and its denizens

As the talk turns serious

his forefinger describes

an unending whorl on his temple

as if tightening the invisible

screws of his brain

To indicate money

he rubs the tip of his forefinger against his thumb

And says - Money

Money… and Mind

that is Cees Maurick

Money calls for Mind

but Mind calls for something

that only Cees Maurick knows

From the walls of his

river-front home

heads of deer turn

their innocent eyes

wondering at the goings-on

birds perching

turning tables into living branches

Following a day spent

unraveling the intricacies of commerce

the evening finds him

among his animals

stroking their bodies, their fur

nudging their foreheads

their lifeless

bodies hold the joy of touch

For children, the hand

of an angel

for friends the hand

of a friend

for dear ones

the touch of living love

the worst enemy

of the violent

Countering worry with amusement

he dissolves his laughter

sharing his energy

in friendship with friends and family

he is the wine

that lubricates the machinery

of his business

His home, a strange aviary

of forest and water bird

models and masks

he loves his forest animals

like friends

and like his home

loves the forest

I often wonder

though commerce be his blood

is the forest his home

are animals his friends

is life his real love