Paintings are exhibiting
Into the realm of mind
Accurately placing
Through the art of
Doing or not doing.
That’s good, that’s good
Unnameable apparently
Heavy storm appears
Into the impressionist mind
Of a hungry Van Gogh.
From non-being to being
From empty to infinite
For those who keeps faith
On source, will have
Illuminated surely.
3rd December, 2016
Don’t cling to the idea
Let it create and be vanished
Through the softness of water.
If you don’t cling to the idea
The Tao will have activated within you
Like the yielding of water that absorbs idea.
1st November, 2016
Life is for the green grasses
Those who knows to grow
Life is for the soft and supple
Those who loves water flow
22nd May, 2016
Let me die in my way
Let me enjoy the art of dying
Let me be a single seed of the graveyard
Fromwhere it’ll rise again, dear
Try to discern it trough your plain seeing
Cause non-being always gives birth to beeing.
4th May, 2016
Today we’ve become helpless completely
Confined us within the narrow streets of dreams.
Yet reality is simple as the flower blooms
Once it evolved, no body stop it from the burgeoning.
Thence you begin to hate me like a tyrant
And imagined myself as polar a part from you.
But did you ever realized the essence of this image?
Being polar a part doesn’t imply to be belligerent!
If you learn to accept the to poles only you’ll realize what love is
Cause true love always disguise as polar a part dear.
4th May, 2016
Let it blow first as it’s the only volatile
Lets die before you get the ticket of freedom.
And behold the mystery but not the manifestation
Cause its simply the trivial coloring……
Thus, we be the temple of serenity, not a piece of form!
Let not urge for the explanation, oh my ancient friends
Who could grasp the words among the tacit wordings
Let decorate the life through the true words
And twirl within the watery flow
Desire-less, crave-less blow!!
Where the night is bright
And the day without tongue
Let me flow through the words of slip of paper
And let me be soft as water as it accomplish everything.
28th April, 2016
Being a human or a dog, nothing matters
Its just a manifestation of mystery.
We draw the wall in between them
Which only bring the superficiality in the highway of humanity.
We can named a dog in a different name
And it wont bring a single change,
Neither in humanity or in naturality.
Thus the way we go astray from the mystery.
It is is hard to define the mystery through colors
But everybody love to chose that way
26th April, 2016
The image that I’ve taken is the natural one
The way nature goes
The way water flows.
The image that I’ve taken isn’t stiff
It is rather supple and soft
It yields and breeds.
The motion that I’ve taken is only returning
Its like back to the sweet home
Its like dying in sleep after a roam.
The way that I’ve taken is to yield
It will thrive through your field
Likewise a hidden amount of ten thousand guild.
16th April, 2016
In the image of one, I finally found something great and which could be defined as miracle as it has been labeled as one of the wonder of the world by many. And this idea is very simple the “Tao” which can’t be a constant or an internal name either. From the very beginning of this ancient treatise what really wondered me is the fundamental division of “mystery” and “manifestation. If question arise why I only expounding the significance of these two segregation then my answer will to be remain awe. And to grasp I believe this is enough for today, just close your eyes and conceive the image of Mystery and Manifestation.
15th April, 2016
The Not-self that snuggled down
Hover as beetle around the corners of the fifteen and twentieth floors
Fade away promptly within the runway before it soars up through the window span.
I took a sigh of a sorrow-less wizard in the digital speed!
Henceforth he wont be imprisoned inside the bottle of morality anymore
Rather muse about the aliens
And then fainted within the planet without any intention.
You won’t find an alley over there
Even in there Holy Lexicon
Therefore air show goes on
Through the absence of “happiness”
Alter-self wondered after seeing the Phoenix Kites
that glided around the empty sky!
Life of the middle age always throbbed, always sweats
Dips the scripture which has already been lost it’s inherit necessity
Hence, the old Chinese and the Indian treatises manifest
Ardently besides all entreaties
Let the triumph long endure
Of the Indians
Of the Chinese
Of the watery philosophies
Let brace the impact of the original
Which manifests in the open eyes
Become tangible easily in the palm
And the logic full of cup brims easily!
The filthy fate has already been burned thoroughly
The new-ism is already placed its stance
Fuming the silence and sizzling the vile
Bequeath the greatness of the realm of water
Through the water flow
Through the sorrow-less stream
and yet my new life!
chiroharithmanush 