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Figments

Figments
Of my imagination
Fading shadows
Dissolving
Decreasing validation
Of what never was
And never could be
What Is
Will always be
Beyond imagination
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Discovering: The Inner Fields

The Inner fields
The Inner Fields
There is a brighter ether than this blue
Pretence of an enveloping heavenly vault,
A deeper greenness than this laughing assault
Of emerald rapture pearled with tears of dew.
Immortal spaces of caerulean hue
Are in our reach and fields without this fault
Of drab brown earth and streams that never halt
In their deep murmur which white flowers strew
Floating like stars upon a strip of sky.
This world behind is made of truer stuff
Than the manufactured tissue of earth's grace.
There we can walk and see the gods go by
And sip from Hebe's cup nectar enough
To make for us heavenly limbs and deathless face.
Sri Aurobindo
"Sonnets from manuscripts" (1934-1947)
http://motherandsriaurobindo.inI came across this amazingly beautiful poem of an old friend Sri Aurobindo. Sri Aurobindo is an ascended enlightened master. He is a great spiritual inspiration to me and many and he shows me the way how to bring poetry to life. It inspired me to compose some music and "...floating like stars upon a strip of sky, this world behind is made of truer stuff...
The video
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The Infinite Flow of Love

I am the Infinite flow of LOVE Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Consciousness Itself
It is not the direction
It is not in the destiny
It is not currents, nor the velocity
I am Flow itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Majestic Rose
It is not in the petals that resonate in the wind
Nor in the fragrance that intoxicates the senses
It is not in the thorns on the branches
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Great White Eagle
It is not in the heights I soar
It is not in the screams you hear
Nor in my extra sensory vision
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Deep Marine Blue
It is not in the depth of the oceans
It is not in the waves stirred by the storm
Nor is it seen in the Infinite horizons
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Lava Stream
It is not from which mountain it flows
It is not in the temperatures of the ashes
Nor in the shades of the fire red passion
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Radiant Sun
It is not in the shadows cast
It is not in the heat reflected
Nor in the outburst of this body
I am Flow Iself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Spirit Wind
It is not in the spirals I turn
It is not in the dust I stir up
Nor in the land I desiccate
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Total Transparency
I know of no hiding
I know of no secrets
Nor of surprises
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Perfect Presence
I know of no struggle
I know of no effort
Nor of accomplishment
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
The Breath of Life
I know of no hiccups
I know of no sneezes
Nor do I know of sighs
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Grace and Light
I know of no condemnation
I know of no reward
Nor know of punishment
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Perfect Peace
I know of no limitations
I know of no borders
Nor do I know desolation
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of the Word
I know not of events
I know not of circumstances
Nor do I know of persons
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Changelessness
I know no gradient
I know no metamorphosis
Nor do I know transition
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of One Whole Heart
I know of no sickness
I know of no pain
Nor do I know of loss
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of One Whole Mind
I know not of two
I know not of exchange
Nor do I know of delay
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Singular Soul
I know not how to accept
I know not how to reject
Nor do I know to agree
I am Flow Itself
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Consciousness Itself
I know of no direction
I know of no end
Nor do I know of a beginning
I know of no opposite
I know of no life
Nor do I know of death
I know of no outcome
I know of no failure
Nor do I know success
I know of no judgement
I know of no guilt
Nor do I know of proving
I know of no difference
I know not of better
Nor do I know of worse
I know of no conflict
I know of no opposing force
Nor do I know of weakness
I am the Infinite Flow
Of Love ItselfThe VIDEO
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Rise Up

"Mountains of lush green
Hazy atmosphere of peach
Beauty tears rise up"The MUSIC
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The Wave – Blue Ocean Poem

The Poem
The Wave
Deep aquamarine blue all around
Transparency without opposite
Clear deep ocean
Water body without limits
On the surface, out of the blue
Pushed upwards
Like uncontainable joy
Expanded elasticity
Rhythmic dance throughout
Matrices of energy
Infinite variables displayed
Marine blue tapestry
Sacred movements
Of immeasurable amplitudes
Frequency of Eternity
Cosmic unified verse
Contained in this melody
Embedded is a gift
The beauty and grandeur of the Wave
And the ocean in all its vastness
Is just a reflection
Of the immaculate Innocence
The divine beauty
Present in youThe Video
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Avavnuk: A Visual Storyboard

A Visual Storyboard for the Tale of Uvavnuk
- Narrated and imagined with added audio impressions Tale of Uvavnuk From Earthen Hut to Cosmic Shaman.
- Script generated by Gemini A.I, based on the original story by Rasmussen. Rasmussen entitled this story “Uvavnuk is struck by a ball of fire”, which he thinks is a meteor. This is the only story about her in that volume of the Thule Report; what is given below is the first translation from the Danish, by William John Alexander Worster (1883–1929)
- “The video could powerfully capture the dramatic transformation of Uvavnuk, an ordinary woman who becomes a revered shaman through a celestial encounter. Drawing inspiration from Inuit art and storytelling traditions, it would blend earthly textures with ethereal, glowing light, creating a visually stunning narrative of spiritual awakening and communal blessing. The story unfolds in a stark, beautiful Arctic landscape, where the muted tones of snow and stone are punctuated by the vibrant, otherworldly glow of the spirit world. The animation style would be fluid and organic, echoing the natural forms of the North and the transformative nature of Uvavnuk’s experience…. ”
- Music:
- Singer: Mariandoro @mariandoro
- Handpan: Delynn
- Narration, music and production: @movedtothis
A Visual Storyboard for the Tale of Uvavnuk
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Symphonia florum

Symphonia florum
Between the tiles located
Lovely artistry made visible
In a place no one expects
Suddenly arises Life in precious form
Subtle dots of color splashed
Breathing into the wide open
Light insertion shaking grounds
Invisible Creation in action
Spaciousness is calling gently
Succession of guided movements
Beyond these reflections
Love creates like Itself
Inner most joyful expansion
Symphonia florum
Sounding echo of Viola tricolor
Benevolent phenomenon
Living in Eternity as One
Innocence extended as gift
Sequential thoughts unchained
Singular subjective experience
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The video
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Time Release

Time Release
Releasing the things of time
Sand in the wind
Dust to dust
Death to death
Dawning of light
Rejoicing in Spirit
Perfect moment
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Embracing Nature’s Beauty: A Poetic Reflection

It's already here ✨
From its purity my Soul invites itself
With the light breath the Spirit breathes In the distance I hear:
Yesterday the plum tree had no flowers,
but in spring the plum tree has flowers"
The pearl drops sooth my heart.
Pearl drops envelop the new petals.
In the silence the birds call to each other.
In echo, nature awakens.
Invisible Life invites itself.
At the sound of the bowl the opening to Heaven unites.
I subscribe to the Light.
My Soul envelops the colors.
Free and formless the frequency of the bowl resonates.
I walk in the timeless in the unlimited and
receive in echo the peace and joy of Eternity
The tenderness of the bird
The lace flower
The grace of the plum tree full of delicacy.
All in harmony plays on the colored notes.
My God, I love the beauty of my entirety.
Poem by MicheleC’est déjà là ✨ De sa pureté mon Âme s’invite Du souffle léger l’Esprit respire Au loin j’entends : Hier le prunier n’avait pas de fleur mais au printemps le prunier est en fleur » Des gouttes de perle mon cœur s’apaise. Des gouttes de perle enveloppent les pétales nouvelles. Dans le silence les oiseaux s’appellent . En écho la nature s’éveille. La Vie invisible s’invite . Au son du bol l’ouverture au Ciel s’unit . Je m’abonne à la Lumière . Mon Âme enveloppe les couleurs . Libre et sans forme la fréquence du bol résonne. Je chemine dans l’intemporel dans l’illimité et reçoit en écho la paix et la joie à l’Eternité La tendresse de l’oiseau La fleur en dentelle La Grâce du prunier emprunt de délicatesse . Le Tout en harmonie joue sur les notes colorées . Mon Dieu j’aime la beauté de mon entièreté.
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The Symbolism of Painted Cakes in Zen Buddhism

An old buddha has said, “A painted cake doesn’t satisfy hunger.’
The painted cake is thus a traditional symbol of representations of reality, including the Buddhist representations in Xiangyan’s books, as opposed to the real thing that is held to be the proper concern of Zen.
But Dogen has a different view. The teachings of Buddhism are the real thing. The representation of the cake is the real thing. The real things around us — the cakes, the humans, the mountains, the buddhas — are, all of them, painted. Therefore, Dogen concludes at the end of his essay, only a painted cake can satisfy our hunger; for our hunger is also painted, our satisfaction is also painted.
(from: Treasury of the True Dharma Eye - Dogen’s Shobdgenzo)
Painted Cakes
As long as you experience yourself as you
You have a hunger that needs to be satisfied
You have to complete your forgiveness
You have to recognize your salvation
You have to solve your problems
You have to deal with guilt
You have to suffer pain
You have to heal
You have to wake up
You have to have to
When you see yourself as a painted cake
And recognize your hunger for it is painted too
Forgiving actions are evaporated
Salvation bursts like a bubble
Solution solves the problem
Guilt melted
Pain crumbled
Sickness an empty space
Sleep was painted
And so were your have to’s
The end of you
Starts at the beginning of you
In the spot where they come together
They never existedMusic Poetry Video

