In the heart

Last evening, sitting in the living room silently,
I gazed at the door constantly for a short while
and the door opened.
It was a friend.
I looked at the window and the window opened.
It was the evening breeze.
I looked inside and realized that
whatever was opening and whoever was opening
it was in the heart.

The music knows her face

The heart has arrived at the point where no explanation is needed to get to the truth. Even as I walk, the earth under my feet has known the wedding between the sky and myself and all beings surrounding me. She has always known this secret. This is not polygyny nor polyandry. It is a relationship that is aware of itself. It is a music that knows her face. If you've a passion for a morning walk, how can you stop the dews from kissing your feet? How can you escape from a crisp, morning wind caressing your warm arm? One can write an encyclopedia describing the history and the chemistry of honeymaking and the entire process. But I want you to open the bee hive and taste the honey with your own mouth. And you know what happens then? You search for words, you look for your margins, where the ocean starts and where you end, you cannot find them anywhere. All you can find is stillness. All you can find is love.

Old spider

Like an old spider
I weave existence together
hair by hair
strand by stand,

Oh dear friend!
I want you to be fully here with me
in this love affair  and 
 not worry to understand.

This forgetting is remembering you

 I have to confess, beloved one, for zillion times again. You see, I keep forgetting  the things I see or hear about. This is the body's way of communicating in great clarity, body's way of cleansing itself from past dregs. So bear with me, elegant one, if I forget the things you tell me because this forgetting is a sacred walk in the woods. This forgetting is remembering you. It is remembering your sweetness, remembering the thousand oceans in your eyes.

How much?

Existence said to me this morning
Do you love me?
I said, Yes my dear. I love you so very much.
How very much? she wanted to know.
I put my hands on my chest and said
As much as my heart can contain you.
How about the part of me
that remains outside your heart?
She said.
My heart is a shoreless ocean.
beginningless, endless, infinite song.
No part of you remains outside. I said.
She started dancing. I joined her.

delicious lunatic

Smiling for a camera and laughing with me is not the same, most beautiful one. When you laugh with me, you are actually breaking into tiny gems of raindrops, bursting into songs charged with thousand star lights. You transform into a delicious lunatic and care less about what people might think.

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Remember me

I am the child
in your heart.
Naked, fearless and radiant like the beam of light, .
The way the sky looks,
Look inside and remember me
when you remember abundance.

combing love

To be open with you, dear friend, this meeting is magical, this meeting with you is very magical to me. Truth has finally shared herself  and I am  already sated with the limitation of my own survival skills.  Everything I have so far acquired has melted away like salt in a warm water.  I can now stand in the storm or walk through a tornado without a protection, I can walk in the torrential rain without the raincoat. Yes. I can now relax and do nothing other than kneading light into your bones, combing love into your hair.



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You're already a masterpiece poem

You're already a masterpiece poem. why do you need approval from others?

You're an eternal song of divine creation, Stop searching. Instead sing in my heart dear friend. Sing!
Drop all your attempts to be understood, to be accepted, to be loved by others
Light can only be felt and enjoyed beyond skin-deep, beyond all forms. When you know you're already love, you will also know fear and worries and anguish are no longer profitable enterprises to you.

Here

Music moves through us
poetry moves through us
silence moves through us
Noise moves through us
Light and darkness move through us
but we are always here.
We have been always here
even before we were named
way before we were born
Before poems and before darkness
We have been always here.