Ayni Poet

Blow your breath into the tight veins of my heart
Paint me with your eyes,
Draw me with your hands,
Kiss me with your warm skin,
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On the wings of frozen metal,
The echoes of a spider's step rush,
And icy shells are murmuring a song
Underneath foamy shores sinking in epic solitude.
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I paint you in vibes,
In light, in symbols and in dark,
In fullness and in emptiness,
Without space or time,
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Isolated from the tempestuous sights,
By the fluorescent green still lakes,
A pilgrim bows to mystical Kailash.
He came here for a once-in-a-lifetime sojourn,
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Mystical dust thrown in the air,
The show of life presents its plots
Hell and ecstasy braided like hair,
Endless games creation plays!
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I follow your shadow arising at sunset,
I want to walk within your silver footsteps
They take me to a forest of beaming diamonds,
Where happy angels play violin on strings of trees.
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A throbbing world the eyes reveal,
And one rides its multiple spinning carousels,
Unconsciously addicted to experiences,
Identifies itself with the perishable realm.
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I would lock you in a tiny, blue bottle
And throw you in the restless ocean
You'd fall effortlessly on a bed of shells
And weed would spiral around your shapeless curves.
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Weary of kissing frogs and hugging snakes,
Of stepping barefoot on dead grass,
You often blame life for the unavoidable ugliness
And run away to hide!
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That fake costume of the ego
Puts on another show, pretending
To have holes and broken parts
That need to be filled or covered up!
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In the midst of fortune,
In the fullness of affliction,
Under the raising sun or
Beneath the shade of fragrant forests,
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When the ropes of mind no longer tie you,
And the body is seen as just a bunch of sensations,
The world will reveal its complete transparency,
And appearance within a dreamy Self.
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Metallic armour around the shoulders,
Chains pricking the legs,
Skewers stuck in the soft chest,
Embroilment of the mind,
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I carry with me the traces of birds left in the woven of air
I carry with me the sounds of an allegro piano playing at sunrise
I carry my childhood squeezed in the candy resting on the bottom of my purse!
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I am here for just a blink,
Born in a grain of skin, of dust
As a letter sliding through the vastness of an empty page,
As a ray of sun dancing in the air of thin time.
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In the monk's cave I hear those pleadings,
Prayers scattered in a temple of solitude
The path of renunciation sketched in metallic shades,
Resonating in the singing bowls,
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In the flower valley encircled by profuse woods
A presence is intensively felt,
Instilling its irenic susurrus
In the oily sparks that light up the brilliant tints,
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It never fails to kiss happily your soles
Each time your steps firmly lean on,
Shaking its tectonic plates
Flattening that heavenly grass carpet.
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The platinum ball arrives in the court,
But you're too shy to hit it.

Crickets are delighted to massage one's hearing every night,
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Ice is growing in the desert
Tears are leaking from the dust
Snow covers Cassiopeia,
Silk feels like rough bricks
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