Cover this brain...

Cover this brain...

Cover this brain

Bring the foot to the sky

Kneeling will comfort no one

Screaming has been prohibited long time ago

The inspector is being severely inspected

There is no return from here on

(Has there ever been?)

Encouraging the madness is of ambiguous intentionality

Nevertheless you have been chosen

You who’s watching me

With your potential faces

Questionable soulfulness and the such

Rediscovering constantly who we are

Slowing down the massacre

Does it make any sense?

Breathing softly in the middle of a crashing implosion

No wonder this will change us all…

Dimitri Tsiapkinis,

York, November 2015

tears for love?

"The woman who is separated from her lover spins at the spinning wheel.
The Baghdad of the body rises with its towers and gates.
Inside it the palace of intelligence has been built.

The wheel of ecstatic love turns around in the sky,
and the spinning seat is made of the sapphires of work and study.

This woman weaves threads that are subtle,
and the intensity of her praise makes them fine!

Kabir says: I am that woman.
I am weaving the linen of day night and day.

When my Lover comes and I feel his feet,
the gift I will have for him is tears."

KABIR (Ecstatic Poems Versions by Robert Bly)

Photo (CC) by : by Rickydavid

ah...me body...

Why we don’t die

In late September many voices
Tell you you will die.
That leaf says it. That coolness.
All of them are right.

(Rest of the poem HERE!)