time does not exist in the same room with you

Most beloved companion:
I have a confession to make this morning: Confession from the heartsoul
It is increasingly becoming hard for me to remember a single time passing by without you touching me with your ELEGANCE; for time does not exist in the same room with you. For fear does not exist in the same room with you. For worry does not exist in the same room with you.

Your name

I only whispered your name
But the mountains echoed it back to my neighbors.
The winds carried it all over the places
The deserts drew it in their sands
The oceans wrote it on their faces.
And mystics engraved it in their hearts.

Oh, the illumined one,
I only whispered your name
And yet birds' musical band
Sing you all day
In my yard.

whatever you don't say

Oh, beloved friend
how I love your words!

Whatever you say to me is,
like rain is to the crops.
They are music to my ears.
They are roses in the yards of love.
They are delight to my body and my soul.

But radiant one
whatever you don’t say
Enter my heart
And dazzle me like flash of thunder, like beam of light.

You looked for the moon

You looked for the moon
Inside me
You looked for sorrow
Inside me
You looked for the sky
inside me

You looked for the sun
Inside me
And all you found was yourself.

My dear companion:

Don’t work so hard
to find out the mystery.

Whatever is happening right now
Is beyond understanding.

Yellow sun

rainy morning

and slow traffic.

nearly zero visibility

as the weatherman says

and yet I have so much clarity

and presence is still abundant.

A yellow sun is just born

on the blue sky

of my chest!

Who said rain is not

another form of elegance?

a slow traffic is

life saying to you

slow down  my friend and look me in the waters

of my eyes

so that you can see yourself clearly.

Whatever you touch

Once
 you know love  as yourself
 and not separate from  who you're,
and freed from all human sufferings
Oh,
whatever you hear becomes a song
whatever you see is divine

and whatever you touch grows wings.

sweet confusions

My mind wants to give you a name
When
my heart knows you’re nameless.
My mind wants to give a form
When
my heart knows you’re formless.
My mind wants to give a shore
When
My heart knows you are shoreless.
My mind goes to distant places to look for you
When
My heart knows
You’re tucked right beneath my ribs.


Beloved one
How I love your utter silence
Even between my sweet confusions!
How I love your utter silence!

leaves in the storm

What the alchemist does
To his metal
You do to me, beloved one.
The wind from the bellows of a blacksmith
Loves to kiss the heart of the charcoal.

What does the charcoal say
To this love affair?

Whoever is turning
rocks  into gems
or dinosaurs into birds
is also turning me around
like leaves in the storm.