the one who listens

when you know your beauty
These seemingly unconquarable hills
Beneath your fiery feet
recognize you and open up and out of this opening
emerge golden dandalions.

How I love the one who  keeps saying:
The ocean within your oceans
Is listening to the chants of the rain.
Be still and listen
To the one who listens.

when the full moon dissolves

when the full moon dissolves into your smiles
when your breath turns my lips into a flower
when your single touch stops the earthquake
how come I don't kiss your holy hands!

playing with love

I was playing with love this morning.
I picked a word and touched it with love.
It turned into a butterfly and flew away with the sun's laughter.
I did the experiment on humans
They turned into roses
 and they could not contain their elegance
to themselves anymore. .

Everyone wants to know

Everyone wants to know how much money you make or what school you went to or what kind of car you drive or what kind of house you live in so that they can compare and contrast you with others or themselves in your neighborhood. Then they can put you in a category called class:- lower class middle class or upper class. No one asks, however, how happy you're or how peaceful you are, how content you're with your life because this is your business.

Forgive yourself

Forgive yourself for changing your heart
or breaking your oath
Like the moon approaching the sun's empure,
our understanding of light or love changes
and deepens with every experience.

what is love?

what is love?
how does it smell?
how does it taste?
how does it feel?
what does not look like"
you say to me.

I say to you
until you fully die and dissolve
into the earth's throes of labor,
into the moon's heartbeat,
into sky's beautiful mouth,
into sun's wild eyes
into the oceans waves -
you would not know love.

The one

Don't talk about resistance any more.
the one who removed all my garments and
touched me with this loving serenity
has openly proclaimed my freedom.
With the tasting of wild honey
the heart knows precisely
where to go.

I am still you

Long before I was the sky and the earth
Long before I was the oceans
Long before I was the mountains and the trees
I was you, most beautiful one.
Even after all this growth and expansion and contraction
After all this burning and melting
I am still you.

the ocean

If you are thirsty, my dear friend,
if you're really thirsty,
Don't settle for a glass of water.
Open up yourself and
your heart will lead you
to  the ocean.

last night

I hardly slept last night, beloved one.
How is it possible to sleep
when one vanishes into
the lines of your palms,
into your sweet eyes
and blend with whatever you see and touch
for touching and being touched,
seeing and being seen,
giving and receiving
is one.

holy radiance

The world
forms committees and teams to examine
your diplomas and decide if you're dull or smart,
Dear friend:
Open your livingroom to the one
who already knows the holy radiance
in your heart.

when you slow down and watch

when you slow down and watch
the legion of stars shine between your breathes
the bed of flowers blossom where your thoughts recede.
between the grooves of your ribs
the oceans proceed.
when you slow down and watch.

Cosmic ripples

Like a farway sound of a drum
riding green hills
I heard you sing
And
The oceans inside me
burst into cosmic ripples.

never been apart

everyone wants to know
how you and I met: -
That is the first question they would ask.
But would I know this
since we have never been apart;
since we have never been separate?