A Poetic Reflection on Love-Relationship

Anniversary 16 is a dialogue with the last year Anniversary poem: 

A Poem for You, Marianne

(Anniversary 2015) 

As meaningless,

Arbitrary steps,

I set in pen words of Anniversary,

And I found myself depicted and transformed with each truth,

You depicted and I sat to write it about who?

Now there is unexpectedly a scent in the air,

That shows our ultimate ecstatic melancholy,

In breathing an aura of sublime difference,

In our incessant glow of Eros and Themis,

And in our spiritual float in each decision to reckon with.

So we made love by the sweat of our brows,

And we found new zones in anguish of opening up—

-- To dissipative dominance and cooperative defiance,

And a subversion of power in our generous inclusion,

And a hiatus of meaning

                                  and wound

                                                 in our rejection of Cartesian exclusion,

And abolishing essential enemy and evil,

                                                         into the gaze of beholder.

And we survived the myth of competition and survival of the fittest,

In becoming water like love, 

And dispelled the whining of reptilian brain,

By embracing it tight.

I tend to taste all the sharpened softened edges of colors,

In being the playground of your touch,

And one night

Into our usual transcendental/immanent window glasses,

We made mosaics of lights,

And swam along whirlwind of golden fish,

In diamond ponds of emerging insights,

And in the most unexpected existential longing,

We lost-held ourselves onto a sublime meaning,

In integrity of conscience and glory of being,

We carry the face of Janus in our suffering and in our joy,

And Phoenix and Simurgh in each breath of divine.

We

       Do

             Hence

                      Choose       

                                To be

                                        Cephalophores

                                                             of Love.

A Poem for Marianne:
Anniversary 16

What has changed since last year?

Oh little, oh much, the eternity, the transcendental breath!

We thrived to flourish

Unfolding the unspeakable in pure unfamiliarity,

And moved from words to deeds,

In sheer unpredictability:

An experience that jolted us to fly,

In rapturous impossibility.

Not much, not too little.

My roots mingled with yours,

And in palpitation of transformation

We sank into luminous darkness,

Unimaginable what happened:

When you touched my toes, arms, thighs, and forehead.

Entered into a zone,

Untold in any myth,

Evaded the flatland of inert emotions,

Or the possibility of image.

In sacred we set the seed,

Immersed in an ineffable bliss.

  

Healing the puzzle.

We passed the limit,

Motionless swirling in each grain of tear,

We witnessed:

In the capillaries of pain and wound,

the tree of mystery blooms into joy,

In our equanimity and awe,

And I sit on the ground wrapping my arms

Around the earth,

The soil,

The insect,

The sky,

The seeds,

The curvature of your soul,

And weep deep in adoration of God.

What is the difference between this year and yesteryear?

A blink of eye,

A vision into eternity and now,

Walking along the coast,

A journey from here to no-where,

Touching shimmering water,

Glittering lights into our soul,

Bathing in the cloud of your body,

And raining on the drought of the world.

What is the difference?

The agony of enmity,

And the exhaustion of fear,

The thrust of nemesis,

And the scar of revenge,

My arms bled from your fingernails,

When panic attack darkened my image,

And we held each other in sorrow,

For the flight of friends,

And the mourning that harkens back,

In disinterest, disillusion, and despair.

Still we are unknown to us,

Still striving to be heard beyond ego,

Still in the rocky road of proving ourselves,

Still learning letting go.

What is the difference?

The enigma was shown in transformation of worlds,

And words melted into gold,

And we welded syllables into touch,

On the bedstead of two vowels,

two consonants,

And the phonetics of love.

What is the difference?

We have become a troop,

You are unions, the strike for peace, and the custodians’ rights,

I am your soldier watching you

Forming the army of love,

Equipped with rays of insights,

Unrolling the scroll of harms,

And finding elixirs

For the sufferings of time.

What is the difference?

We have become the future,

An antidote for the hurt,

A guidepost for the lost,

A potion for the desperate,

An overpass for the nihilist to heaven.

What is the difference?

I am lost in the beauty of your blinding light,

Our feet are disappearing,

And our bodies afloat in clouds,

I gently hold your hand,

And a surge of calm drifts in my waist,

The desire is getting close to Dao

And we lose weight in wuwei,

We connect in thousands ways,

As our bodies disintegrate into love,

Firmer than ever,

We walk towards the ultimate goal,

What is the difference?

Our words make love to our deeds,

Our thoughts dance to our heart,

Our enunciation kisses what we mean,

And what we mean embraces every soul,

What is the difference?

The anxiety of separation is melting,

And the duality of spirit is dying,

In detachment we embrace attachment

And in attachment we dance the repose of unwinding.

What is the difference?

I feel God’s tangible muse on my chest and breath,

And implosion of the divine in my tears,

It feels ecclesiastical gift of joy shrouds our sphere,

And sweet pangs of birth shrill: God is here.

What is the difference?
Nothing,
The same ending as the last year ballad:

In the wound of Event,

Upon the corporeal ladder,

We will be ascending to above,

As cephalophores of love.