morning ritual

This morning
The first ritual I reminded myself
To perform was
to make large holes in my pockets
so that I won’t accumulate things on my way home.

drop the certain

My friend:
The way I love you can only be told
By the hidden secret between your lips,
not by any assumption or intellect.
Now be courageous to drop the certain and the known,
Catch the fire without tongs,
Predictability is barren and dry,
Don’t go to sleep with expectations.
Only then I can say, you are truly in love.
Only then I can say, you are ready to  grow wings
and fly.

The universe

The universe bursts constantly
with inconceivable vigor and aliveness.
If we are not living inside her womb deeply and competely,
if we are not fully connected with the nucleus of her song,
something inside us begins to wane.
And now you know why a fish droops quickly
as soon it leaves the water.

nothing but the truth

A most commonly heard phrase
in the courtrooms is :
"Tell nothing but the truth."
One can tell stories or facts
but who has ever told the truth
... for truth can only be experienced through silence.
They say sugar can serve the purpose of honey
but the song it brings to the heart is not the same.
Every single motion you make, my friend,
May it be towards you.
Beetles move fast backward rolling
a dung that is fifty times their weights
And yet they come home sometime
in the evening.

agony of separation

We see something/somebody that looks different from us and say
This is an alien or this is a foreigner.
If we deeply listen to who is saying this
we will realize that that saying is not arising
from an empty space.
It is coming from the agony of separation,
from a place of fear. As soon as aliveness knows itself,
Everything dissolves into this sweet burning and then comes
the end of separation, the end of fear.

For how long

For how long, my dear companion,
do you intend to live in your cave?
Your essence is eternal and cannot be damaged nor destroyed.
From whom and for what are you protecting yourself?
a metalworker can forge or bend the gold
 but cannot damage the essence.
You are that gold my friend and whatever
can be destroyed is not
who you are,
It is the impurity that stands between you
and the sun in your heart.
So now, dear friend, release all that is not
you and be free

burning lamp

You
Are a burning lamp,
A fluid illumination
from the source.
Every elegance that is visible or invisible
... Touchable or untouchable
Emanates from you.
whatever you do or you say , my friend,
let it not be to impress nor to confuse nor to compete
but to express this beauty.

something beautiful

You get up at the daybreak
and investigate the vastness
from which your life is flowing.
If something whispers to you,
it is not deep enough, it is not vast enough
Be kind to yourself and move deeper into the core.
Go deeper and deeper and deeper
until something talks to your heart directly,
until you touch something very beautiful,
so beautiful that it takes you a while
to recover from its brilliance

touch the mountain

When hunger arises within a tree
It is felt in the trunk, in the roots
And in the branches.
You step on a tiny rock
And the entire mountain feels your weight.
Now touch the mountain with your feet
that is fully present.
The beloved is smiling wholeheartedly
But you are preoccupied with your past agony.
You are turning away from the one
Who breaks into your prison cell and
Lights the candle.

Something wants to grab your attention

Something wants to grab your attention today.
“If someone asks you where are you from?”
Place your hand on your chest and say
I am from here.
They ask you where from here.
Say, here has no location”.
Say, light has no location.
Say, love has no address.
Then someone who wants to be opened up
Will come to you and say ‘who are you?”
Be kind to yourself and
Say to him or her, “I am you”.
Then any form of cloud that needs
You attention today
will dissolve into the moon’s eyes.

the language every heart can speak

You say
I am a nurse;
You say
I am an engineer;
You say
I am a chemist.
That is not who you are, dear one.
Who you are
Is the language every heart can speak
the water that cannot fit in a jar
The ocean that has no shores
The sun that moves beyond
the concept of rising and setting.
Who you are, my friend, is a fragrance
The nose has not found yet.

total giving

The heart’s language is total giving
And there is no interest rate by doing so.
The sun has no modern education, so to speak, and
She has not learned how to convert her brilliance
Into dollars and Euros.
Our daughter chases a bunny around in the yard wanting
to share her books with.
The dogs in the neighborhood stopped barking
and moved into a deep silence when they saw
a beautiful woman walking by.
A moss offers her whole body to the fire and says:
If I ever wanted to do something in my life
It is to dissolve into this immense love.

brief moment in the sun

Oh beloved one!
The beauty of your heart's song
the light your eyes constantly emit
smashes thousand eggs open
and tonight countless baby chickens are with us
to sign this declaration: -
Just this brief moment in the sun
this brief moment
is an enternity,
it is sitting under the sky
dripping with honey and milk

The Buddha from within

I did not buy a ticket; nor rented a car.
I did not go to a distant land looking for you.
I only turned inside and saw you.
Then
The Buddha from within came alive.
The child from within came alive.
The Jesus from within came alive.
The guru from within came alive.
The light from within was turned on

Your happiness

Your happiness, my friend, is not
out there;
not in anyone's hand.
It is in the womb of the music that comes
looking for you
even when you've stopping hearing.

Ego looks outside and sees mistakes everywhere
and blames you for everything that has gone wrong.
Love moves through every single breath you take
and drops all the charges against you.

wind cannot scatter you

Inside of you
A music keeps playing.

Who you are
is not a heap of straw
And so the wind cannot scatter you.
But It can be forgotten.
Who you are can be forgotten.

On your way home
Gems and dust and ashes
Might blow into your face
And then fall down
A thousand times.
They just seek your recognition.
Not your definition
Not your analysis or opinion
But your full presence

labor within labor

you are here now.
that is the beauty we love  to sing.
Look at a mountain. Beneath her solid mask,
there lies a profound tenderness we cannot reach with thought.
Your eyes are fresh and your lips are full of sweetness
and sublime words surge through your veins.

In the middle of the night
You hear a cow going into a deep labor.
You drop everything
and help with the delivery
The calf falters a little bit, until her legs could find the ground.
She opens her eyes, then parts her mouth and would say:
I am a language woven from the sighs of labor within labor.
I am the scent of love the lovers desire to smell.

Thought arises and says:
I have an accent. Can everyone understand me?
The heart replies:
You speak God’s accent.
If they cannot understand you,
No worries. You can understand them.
Love knows neither doubt nor expectation.

soul is always free

You stumble into something sublime
Something so splendid that
It can stop your mind.
And you want to know who did it.
Someone claims proudly;
“I did it.”
It is wise, to remember that
The soul is always free and
Beauty also carries in the heart of her heart
The emblem of freedom and
It is not her desire to be claimed or owned
By someone.

before they catch fire

when we gives seeds to the ground.
We are sowing trust
It is not expectation.
When self is ready to meet self
Rains will come down
and kiss every bit of dust.
This is total forgiveness
from the heart.
If we are not already in the same room,
Don't ask me how we all met here.
The truth is
Walls shudder upon hearing the word love
so they came down in disarray
even before they catch fire.

Like a tree

Like a tree,
stand vigilant-alive
and connected
and alone-empty-vibrance
When it appears (just on the surface) tensioned-dismal
you may go out at times and wander and roam---
but believe in your light, dear one, believe,
you can always find your way home.

sweet bewilderment

You are the sweet bewilderment,
sealed in an envelop and
delivered to every door by a letter carrier.
A friend brings you into the guestroom,
 rips you open with a shimmering knife
and spills  your essence.
Oh child of the bright sun!
Whoever has tasted the wonders of this spilling

would not wish to go back to the box again.

The body knows

Listen deeply to your inner workings.
A cow sees the grass on the edge of the cliff
but she does not see the cliff ;
She was blinded by wanting.
Analyze what you really want does not

make you a captive.
The body knows what to keep
And what to discharge.
Before you go far,
Listen to your body's intellegence.
Just listen!

sweet timelessness

I don't have any time left now, my friend,
for all my time has been transformed into
sweet timelessness, limitless baby laughter.
Just for now
Your job shall not be to worry
about your address
Stay in this space, in this emptiness with me
so that the full moon can find us easily.

face of stillness

You can sit cross-legged,
keep the spine straight and meditate.
You can perform ablutions several times a day,
open the books and recite the prayers or chant or
count the rosary.
But if the heart is not cracked open,
if the bird in the cage is not allowed to fly free
If the mind is not empty,
How can you feel the sun rising in your chest?
How can you touch the face of stillness?

distance between you and I

Why bother to crane your neck
to look into the sky's window, dear friend?
Giraffe has the longest neck ever
but she can hardly bow and kiss the ground.
If only you can pause and feel
the sweetness in your thirst
If only you can stop thinking
what the future has in store for you;
Then, this love can burn down
the distance between you and I.

One morning

 One morning
Countless moons and seasons ago
while I was rushing to work, attired like an emperor,
my clothes started to fall off me.
I was in a rush and I had no time to pick them up.
More and more clothes kept falling off me
Until I started walking fully undressed.
Amazingly enough it was snowing that morning and the snow felt like a friend's warm hands and all the eyes looking at me
were like my own eyes gazing from within.

I heard a voice from somewhere, someone was calling my name.
I looked back and it was a friend, He said to me:

You know, my friend, I am here all the time, all the time, watching, day and nights but I have not seen you passing by. Do you come this way daily? He wanted to know. Yes, I said. So why is that I have not seen you? He inquired.
I am not sure, my friend, may be I have changed or may be you have changed or who knows? I said.
That is not the case. he continued, the truth is ;
you were attired in so many garments and so many layers that they have made it very difficult for me to recognize you.
Now look at you! Look at you my friend! He shouted at the top of the sky, still standing before my eyes
but I cannot see him any more. The eyes have now open beyond seeing. The ears grew beyond hearing. All the senses have fully surrendered to pure beauty and something untouched, unseen, untasted, unheard and something unsmelled arose from the field of pure innocence.

This boring room

I left this boring room where
they constantly talk about linguistic sciences,
phrase structures and punctuations.
Out in the wilderness horses make love with every single atom
and dancing freely with their farts.
The subject and the object, the doer and
The act of doing have evaporated into the sun’s mouth.
and the baby is connected to the mother
with no punctuation marks.