Twinflame Love~~ <3

HDF

Not a moment longer can I wait,

It’s already so late.

Will you not say what is burning your lips?

Will you not reveal your heart?

It’s tearing me apart.

How long will you let silence envelope your being?

This 3D world is all about ageing and dying.

How long will your torture continue?

Is there no other avenue?

For expressing your love?

Yes, it is you my Beloved,

If you do not know it so.

It is you for whom my body burns,

My mind imagines and my soul reincarnates.

Dissolve this dualism.

Return to me, my Beloved.

Not a moment longer can I wait.

You are the ONENESS of existence,

You are the separation of sky and water,

You are the rhythm of the pulsating stars,

Vortexes do you create with your breath.

Universes reside in your pores my Beloved.

In every way you are what I created.

In the canvas of my mind.

Like a tornado did you come into my life.

Ripping away every shard of sanity.

Insane have I become.

For you, for your love and for union.

Every stab of pain that I have ever felt.

It was you my beloved.

For how would I know you,

If I did not know pain.

You are my first rays of the Sun,

You are the pale kiss of the Moon,

You are the dream of a perfect imperfection!

Where is the peace that I long for?

Where is the Silence I seek?

The quest of looking for you,

Through aeons of time and space.

Is there no grace?

Tired am I.

 

Enter into me and reside there now my Beloved.

I know I have found God.

No more residing in the eye of insanity.

That time when we kissed.

Those tears kept flowing through our eyes.

They flooded our souls.

Uncontrollable were the emotions.

In the mind’s oceans.

This birth I have looked for you,

and in the life before,

And I will keep looking even after.

Thirsty and hungry am I now my Beloved.

Our love story will remain hidden,

In the secret scrolls of humanity.

Let us circle around the sacred tree.

In silent ceremony of our union.

Humanity is not ready to love like this.

Not yet.

My Beloved, all this is just a dream.

Wake up now and come to me.

The rain flows from the sky and tears from my eyes.

For this cycle of birth I have waited.

Waited for your embrace.

Every single day I sit in worship.

I look into the eyes of Shiva and all I see,

Are your eyes dancing back.

I sit atop the mountain

The wind shoves me to the floor,

Like it is you.

My body tingles and my heart sings.

It scares me to think that we might be simulations.

A forgotten project in some far away World.

My Beloved, you and me might not exist in reality.

It’s as if I feel a panic attack.

But no, says an inner voice.

Everything is as real or as unreal,

As experiences.

Reality is experience.

It exists cause we view it.

We have subscribed to this show.

Whether we like it or not.

But it’s not too late to unsubscribe.

We can create our own story.

I don’t care if you are real or unreal.

For what is real?

You might be as unreal as the Universe itself.

But does that make my  love any less real?

This is our time to play together.

For soon our worlds will collide.

Our energy fields fused in one.

Do you feel it like I do?

 

 

 

 

The Song of Remembrance~ Twinflame Awakening

Is it immortality I seek?

I dare not make such demands.

For what if I have to be without you?

There is no meaning in the meaninglessness of life.

Without you.

You ignite the fire of my soul.

And wild passions in my body.

Life itself is a mockery.

A moment equals to numerous lifetimes.

Have you forgotten everything?

All those smiles and tears.

Those tears in smiles and those smiles in tears.

In all those Universes and dimensions?

Do you not remember how my tears flow every time I kiss you?

Do you not feel my pain?

All those lives we lived.

In each other’s embrace.

You have forgotten every single thing.

From every single lifetime.

And I am cursed with remembrance.

It is my curse to burn in the fires of anguish.

To yearn to be one with you.

Here I am Beloved.

To sing about those days.

I will find you, you will see.

Life moves on.

Do you remember the last time you died in my arms?

For it has happened many, many times.

Watching life leave you, my beloved.

I have died a million deaths.

But what is life?

What is death?

Energy never dies.

It is indestructible.

Do you at least remember the times I died in your arms?

Do you feel any of that intensity?

We return time and again.

On this Earth,

For the vow of love.

Do you not remember your multiple lives?

Nirvana eludes us my beloved.

Because all we want is each other.

And we are willing to be born again and again.

I have wanted you and you me,

For eternity.

We have loved and been together through unending time.

How many more times will we incarnate?

To carry on with this vicious cycle?

To just love each other?

This vibration pulls us here.

To be born in flesh.

As man and woman.

To touch each other and make love.

In Mesopotemia.

In Egypt.

In the Indus Valley.

In Babylon.

I have always been looking for you.

And you for me.

Do you remember?

How we were separated in the Tower of Babylon?

When we began to speak different languages?

Did you understand the language of my eyes?

For words mean nothing.

My beloved, I look for you in the stars above.

In the myths, legends and fairytales of mankind.

In the eternal love stories of humanity.

That first initiation.

On the banks of the Ganges.

The Buddha initiated us.

We were both together my beloved.

As we embraced the eternal Dharma.

That sunrise in Bodhgaya.

That mantra still rings in my ears.

Have you forgotten it?

Us, side by side, holding hands.

Surrendering to the Universe.

Your shaven head.

Your teary eyes.

I know those eyes.

Do all these memories not reside in you?

I remember it all, my beloved.

Our revolution and love.

You and me.

Through space and time.

Wash away the debris from your heart.

Feel our deep connection.

That nothing can erase.

I remind you my love,

You will keep coming back and so will I.

Till we do not join in sacred union.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Wolf Goddess~~

What a sight you are!

A true Goddess of your own creation.

The holy red gushes down your legs.

You stand naked, bare breasted.

The defiance in your eyes.

The slight smile on your lips.

They magnetic sway of your hips.

They ridicule you and laugh at you.

Your raw power scares them.

You know how to CONNECT.

You know how to join together.

You are a natural leader.

And that scares them.

They call you a sinner.

Never will you be a saint.

Even if you have fed the last morsel to them.

They have burnt you over and over.

But from those ashes have you arisen…

Again and again.

With different names.

In different countries and cultures.

The guilt they have bred in us,

Is not to be found in you.

The palpable fear is also absent.

For you seek no validation from them.

You don’t care to play by their rules.

Holiness in every ounce of your blood.

Every Goddess of every culture,

They reside in your body.

You are holy, the Creatrix!

You are not afraid of pleasure.

You know what to do with pain.

You are here to liberate other sisters.

You are not looking for personal gain.

Never have you controlled the urges,

That women have been taught to do.

Instead you have transmuted them into alchemy.

You have transformed them into divine inspiration.

You have ignited the fires of passion.

And made magic with the man you held.

For a God he was when you made love to him.

You are his Goddess.

You are  our Goddess.

Your mission is to tell the others.

To activate the powers of the Womb.

This FEM-FORCE will steer us into a new awareness.

Let them worship the sacred blood of your menstruation.

For that is the only atonement from their end.

To have defiled and demonised the sacred life force of the menstrual blood.

They say you are a whore.

What does it matter if you are Madonna or a whore?

They have raped, pillaged and tortured,

The mother, maiden and the crone.

No one is safe.

They will find the Wild Ones.

Silenced they must be.

But how can they be shut for life?

In their voices is the fem-force of life and death.

We will be told we are evil.

We will be told our magick is for the devil.

The Devil is but Lucifer, the bringer of Truth.

The apple is the process of initiation.

It is you, yes you as Eve,

Who initiated Adam.

It is you Sita, who burned Rama’s sins,

In the fire of your sacrifice.

Wild Woman you will make us eat time and again,

From that sweet apple of knowledge and passion.

Run like a She-wolf and howl at the moon.

You are the Matriarch, the very crux of civilisation.

Tonight under the Full Moon, you will rub the damp earth on your body.

And make love to the Earth.

She is as wild as you are.

Soul lovers through infinities.

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Twinflame Reverie

Where did you go?

I finally let my control go!

Where did you disappear?

I know not.

For my memories have dissolved.

They have dissipated from my mind.

Like clouds in the bright blue sky.

The resonance is an initiation.

To a new birth.

The ray will return to the Source.

The rain will melt into the sea.

Where did your form vanish?

Your solid 3D physical body.

It is like you never existed!

I am aware of your origin.

You are of 5D light- activate it.

That memory of us in union.

Like the frozen Tundra of my mind.

That memory of oneness.

Nothing can take that away.

You were buried in the womb.

My companion as you held my hand.

There through the Great Void we journeyed.

Falling down to 3D denseness.

Where our physical forms took shape.

I touched you and you touched me.

So different were we.

As we touched each other.

Beloved we have been lovers.

Forever in the darkness.

But our love is not of flesh and blood.

So how can we hold each other?

How can we join in passionate copulation?

How can our hearts bleed?

The ray has solidified into form.

I has divided and is now you and me.

We are individuals.

We are One Ray.

Our love has now felt itself take shape.

Our love has loved in a new way.

It has fallen in love with itself.

Can love fall in love with itself?

Can spirit fall to matter?

Can Ardhanarishwara become male female polarities?

For are you not my Twinflame?

For are you not light consciousness?

You and me in 5D.

Have we not birthed a new love story?

Where we feel every emotion.

Where every feeling is intensified.

Have we not experienced something.

We never could.

As we slumbered in the Great Voidness.

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Virgo, the Wild One

She is misunderstood to be weak.

Forget not, she is the carrier of the torch of humanity!

To be coy and unsure…the Virgin!

But a Warrior is she! So unique in her ferocity!

So benevolent in her love!

Carrying the torch of enlightenment!

The wise and wild woman,

Unique and rare, Raw and sensual,

The freedom loving feminine.

An awakened lover and mother,

A medicine woman,

A Moon howler!

A symbol of the hoary feminine spirit!

The Mother is she,

The Maiden and the Crone,

A wild one, unrestrained with her feelings,

In love with her dreams,

She is the daughter of Gaia,

Connected to the Vulva of the Earth.

Courage in her breasts,

Resilience in her mind,

Determination to make better this dystopia.

She celebrates the woman.

Sacred is her touch,

Untamable is her spirit,

The High Priestess in the temples of the Goddesses,

Restoring our emotional health.

Showing us our soul’s journey,

Is her commitment.

She has walked on the face of the Earth,

For eternities.

In charge of the task of reconnecting humanity,

To her sacred bosom.

She dances with the wind,

She is awakened to life’s intricate mysteries.

You can see her supple youthfulness,

In dialogue with the Divine.

She creates fertility in the barren soils of our souls.

The Kundalini spirals through her spine,

To converse with the Great Cosmos.

Fluid are her movements, so alluring.

Lithe and sinewy are her limbs.

She is every man’s fantasy.

She is the Virgin!

A naive girl she is not.

For she is a wild one unto herself.

Awakened to her full potential.

Feeling the pulsations of life in her Yoni.

The Cosmic codes dance in her eyes,

As do colours unknown.

Her hair open and her body stark naked,

She has shed away all the illusions.

And is now ready for the Tandav!

See the radiance of her third eye!

Unashamed is she,

For being Feminine.

Unafraid is she of any injustice.

For she shines forth in her power.

She is not here to please you.

She is not here for your entertainment.

She is the lover of Earth.

She is here to make love to the wounds that you have given her.

She is here to heal the soul of Gaia.

She is here to become ONE with Gaia

She knows where she came from…

She knows of the Great Void!

Listen she says not she is your Savior!

She is committed to her mission.

All she says is,

Do not suppress the Goddess-consciousness within.

Let her speak to you.

She will show you the wounds the feminine carries.

She will show you how utterly you have destroyed her.

Are you ready to face her?

She is an alchemy,

Of spirit, mind and body.

Awaken the Sacred Whore, awaken Virgo!

 

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HER-STORY

That song floating in the air.

As if coming from a parallel Universe.

Eclipsing my consciousness and

Summoning a wide repertoire of emotions,

I am asked to speak of HER-STORY.

Not HIS-STORY, but for once,

HERS….

Those happy moments,

They are gone.

That crippling sadness.

Has disappeared.

The numbness comes and goes.

The rest of the time?

An automaton!

Muted. Ridiculed. Abused.

A woman depicted.

In the world alone.

Silenced by society.

Used and abused by you.

Have you not had enough?

Let her live and be free!

Let her envision life in her terms.

Let her soar like an eagle.

High up in the skies.

Give your progeny a chance.

She is the key to it all.

Don’t you see?

For silencing her,

You silence your mother.

Abusing her,

You abuse your own feminine side.

Integration of your inner polarisations.

Can never happen if you keep her chained.

She is as legitimate as you.

She also breathes oxygen.

She has two eyes.

Just like you.

She hurts when you stone her.

She bleeds when you rape her.

She bears your children.

But you kill the SHE inside.

You have kept killing the girl child.

For generations.

Isn’t she going to carry these wounds?

In her soul?

A life never lived.

Destroyed because she was a SHE.

Left in the dumpster.

Abandoned. Married off as a child.

Rejected as an old woman.

You cheat, you lie.

You malign, you desecrate.

You refuse to give her equal pay.

On grounds she is smaller?

What about the fact that she bore you?

You know you came from a vagina!!

Enough of your abuse.

Enough of your stoning.

Rapes. Assaults. Taunts.

Enough!

She will not stand for it.

She has been the mother,

The lover and the sister.

And the wife,

For too long.

She is ready to shed all those roles.

To be a woman.

A woman before anything.

A woman, an expression of the creative powers,

A woman, engulfing multiple realities,

In her breasts.

A woman she chooses to be.

Above everything else.

Maybe not.

Maybe SHE decides being HUMAN

Is what she wanted all along.

But you have taken that away.

You have taken away being human.

As you have reduced her to legs

And breasts and butt cheeks.

You have perverted the child.

And hyper-sexualised her.

You have fed into the fantasies.

Of the most twisted.

Women- you are scared of.

You want a girl.

To manipulate, use and abuse.

Women- you avoid.

As you fear intimacy.

You want nothing but perverted images.

On hoardings. In newspapers.

While you pretend to be busy.

You are as hollow as the life you live.

Flying high, destroying the Earth.

You don’t know how much you are harming yourself.

You are a product of toxic masculinity.

And you have reduced so many to being your enablers.

You have derided and ridiculed free women.

Women who are intelligent and sexual scare you.

You’d rather ignore the facts,

Of course she is a sexual being.

Of course she has desires and fantasies.

Of course she does.

For she is a woman.

A human being first yes.

But then a woman.

Before she dons any other role.

She now knows.

She is a woman.

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The Dark Lover

There is a face in my mind.

It is yours.

There is no clear definition to it,

Just a hazy outline.

It surfaces in my Consciousness.

Forget it? I cannot.

In sleep, dreams and waking.

Are you even aware?

I do not care.

The melody of a sweet flute.

Playing in pastoral Bengal.

The golden Sun rays caressing the wheat husks.

Comprehension of the experience is not for me.

Labels fall short.

Emotions, ill equipped to handle the subtlety of feelings.

Expression of what I absorb is minimal in such a case.

How can there be expression of such intensity?

Happy I am, my Beloved.

As I sit and watch the brooks flow by.

Telling tales to the tiny pebbles.

Tales of far away places.

The pebble listens with awe and wonder.

Does it want to be swept away by the brook?

Does it want to journey into the unknown?

I do not ask for anything.

Just don’t disappear from my consciousness.

Look back at existence.

Look back at creation.

The wonder never ceases.

No matter how much we hurt.

No matter how much we bleed.

For each soul must experience all the shades of life.

Laughing and crying, singing and dancing.

In that dance of life you are my partner.

Yet you are everyone’s as well.

Yes I see it…

I see how everyone has this image of you.

Maybe its not even an image for some.

But an abstraction.

For me, you are of course MY BELOVED!

Forever, I have wanted you.

My eyes will tell you the depth of my love.

I seek not to bind you.

To possess you…

Love is not possession.

Love is knowing.

Knowing each day, and each moment,

Your face surfaces in my consciousness.

How can you have human features?

For human you are not.

But how can a human like me begin to even comprehend your true form?

Your touch I feel when I write to you about my love.

Your song I hear when I sit in silence with my self.

To hear you. To see you. To feel you.

You, my Beloved!

What a glorious night!

What a glorious moon!

A crescent of hope!

I am bathed in your scent,

Made luminous by the moonlight.

I offer myself to you.

I offer my whole being to you my Beloved!

Make love to my cosmic self!

There you come…

Wait, what is this I see?

You have peacock feathers in your hair.

You are dark as night.

The symphony of the stars and your flute,

Sets fire to the wind.

Ecstatic and receptive, I fall into your arms.

If love is meant to teach me heartbreak,

Then why do I love?

Enervated, exhausted, I ask…

Why must love hurt so?

Why must it drive daggers through my heart?

Being in your embrace, I see.

No human love can feel so.

Laced in jealousy and ego battles,

Perversion of love and its concepts.

Human love seeks to possess and conquer.

Your love sets me free.

It sets us all free.

For in the windows of our minds,

You sit. Sometimes as Art.

Sometimes as God.

Sometimes as Krishna.

Sometimes as Nothingness.

Sunyata. As Pragyaparamita!

The desert of our barrenness.

Regurgitated ideas. Bloodshed. Bigotry. Violence.

Those are the concepts we humans tend to grasp.

Not only grasp, but cling on.

Like a parasite.

There is no want in any heart.

There is no pain in any soul.

The six petalled lotus, blossoms in every heart.

The eternal Anahata nad, that sings of my love.

That sings of my love for you.

My deep, dark Space.

My deep, dark lover.

The love, the lover and the loved.

The trinity! No separateness.

It is null and void. It is the VOID.

All senses, all individualities have merged.

The lover, loved and the idea of love,

Cease to exist.

What kind of a deep love is this?

Can you even call it love?

Is there even a word, an idea, a concept?

To define this merging of everything into one.

Dark matter. Dark energy. Dark lover.

Dark Krishna. Dark Kali and the dark SPACE.

I can see it. It has devoured me.

I have become one with this.

Yet the fog remains.

My lamentations do not cease.

I cry for you because being separate from you hurts.

You are the home I crave for.

The eternal rest. The eternal bliss.

To be reunited with my lover.

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