I am bottomless

                                                                                                                                          [For Natalie]




The sea knows my wrinkles. And she whispers to me: Just learn how to smile. It will go away. My tears are not enough; I wash my old name in her tides. I bath in her moonlight. I die into her womb. No matter how far away I go, I come back again and delve deep into the seat of her tenderness. And yet I cannot reach her bottom. And she would say to me: My friend, just relax. I am bottomless and topless just like you are, just like you are.

This complete presence

This complete presence:-
The sun comes out of the horizon’s limits
and pours her warmth into our hearts.
We trust the power of this love and we won't ask.

A mother sits in the morning sun
and gives her baby a gentle massage.
The baby does not want to understand it.
He trusts the love with all his body and his heart.

Trees start budding like a new born
The desert evolves into dates and palm trees and golden sands.

Only in utter silence Dahlia blossoms

Only in utter silence Dahlia blossoms
If you become silence for a moment
You become the sea as well as the one who dives in it;
The message as well as the messenger.

Only in utter silence Dahlia blossoms
If you become silence for a moment
You become a torch as well as a torch bearer
A glass of water as well as the one who’s thirsty.
Only in utter silence Dahlia blossoms.

The apple

A gust of wind blew an apple from a tree  and
In no time, squirells circled the fleshy, innocent fruit and begun to devour it with appetite of  the wolves.

The apple said:
Slow down my friends. I am not going any where.
I am only going back to the source, where I came from.
Now this journey is taking me a little longer than I expected:
I have to pass through your esophagus first, then your stomach, your intestine and finally your rectum.
(I trust, you guys have a rectum).
That’s still fine with me. Who said shortcuts are always better?
The squirrels were too hungry to listen or to hear.

Dawn

If you are not moved by the elegance of this dawn,
If you are not touched by the beauty of the snowflakes,
If you cannot merge with the silence of this evening,
If you are not consumed by the fire of this love,
Dear friend, something inside you needs to be broken open.

The breath inside you is made of Gold

The gray morning is sprinkled with flurries of human breath.
The empty space between man and his real self is growing.
With shrinking of forms and thoughts... space is growing around human miseries.
You’re looking at the blue sky awash with sunlight, why are you scared of tomorrow’s clouds and snow?
Forget about your age. Time is horizontal madness. Who said that?
This moment alone will save you from your own unhappiness. Celebrate! The BREATH inside you is made of Gold!

Face of man

Look at the face of man
It is black and white and red and yellow and brown….
See the face of the sky
It is blue and red and white…
See the face of the earth.
It is green and gold and brown…
All these colors put together is the color of the universe.

Listen to the language of man
African, European, Asian, American, Australian…
All these languages put together
Is the song of the universe.

Buddha inside

Stopped by a traffic jam on Olson highway memorial,
Insane ideas arose.
My legs breathe light from the sun and they know where they were going
But I cannot see where for my eyes were awash by moonbathed skies.

Morning knocks at my doors on dark wintry days
To bring me stories from home. But where am I? Are we crossing each other, dear friend?

Down in the Somali mall, in south Minneapolis,
A mad man, whose eyes burn like the sun was shouting
At the roof of his lungs,
“I just saw the Buddha walking barefoot
and surrounded with dozens of curious people”.
The mob laughed and ridiculed him. They said he is out of his mind temporarily.
But it takes a little out-of-mind madness mixed with some intoxication
To feel the Buddha inside us.

You will love this emptiness

                                                                                                                             For Hannah

Dear friend, do me a favor today, this morning, right now:  Pour the content of your head into this empty space,
Until you are completely empty yourself, empty, empty. Until you are completely free.
I know like anybody else, you too are afraid of many things among other things losing your job or your relatiopships.
Are you also afraid of emptiness? The emptiness I am talking about is this: Take a room clattered with useless furniture
And shelves crammed with old files and photo albums where dust glorifies history and the goodness of bygone days,
A closet full of garments you will never need again, including the toys you loved as a child. You open it at least once a day or twice to smell the perfume that carries ancient memories.
Now have a little courage to take all these away and throw them into a garbage bin. Throw them away completely and ruthlessly, without leaving a trace. Now wash the room with a flood of light. Make some room for new growth. Make room for yourself and your new guests. Apply the same to the content in your head and see how it feels. I assure you. You will love this emptiness. It really feels good. Freedom from clatters feels good because you are forged out of this emptiness, out of this pure essence.