Moving through clouds

Moving through clouds
and series of sweet uncertainties;
How this has turned me into a crazy lover!
I entered HERE, this door
with no labels on it,
as a transfixed, fearful deer
and came out a fearless, wild rose.
Oh beloved! other than the bees and you
and your beautiful heart
who has known this secret?
Now I have nothing to sing about
but love.

gathering of moons

We meet the gathering of moons in the heart of the sky
and would say, ‘these are brilliant human beings’.
Then after a short while we run into human beings
shining like milky ways and whisper
‘what radiant suns are these!’
Then again we meet all beings
underneath a tiny raindrop and say
is there any difference between making love
to the beloved and losing oneself to a baby’s smile?

marketplace

We are at a marketplace
either buying or selling.
Our merchandize is already priced terribly
And there is no chance
to delve deeper or soar higher.
This is like going out for a walk in the forest
But you are already at the dead-end.

Innocence called out and said to me
If you have any desire to grow
If you ever want to know yourself
Let a child be your teacher.

wild sky

this morning
on my way to work ,
my eyes were fixed on the wild sky
vanishing into the sun's beautiful eyes.
This is how we all disappear
into each other when the walls between
us come down.

The bus

I went by bus today
From my suburban home to downtown Minneapolis
And then to work.
How I loved watching life happening in the bus!
Even though it is still autumn,
Winter’s song is already here and everyone
was attired in warm clothes.
I watched the sea of people leaving the bus at every stop
And new wave of people coming aboard.
The bus said nothing to those who left
And to the ones who came in.
She is never married to anyone nor divorced from anyone.
For those wanted to leave, she kept her doors wide open
For the ones who wanted to come in, her seats were warm and welcoming.
Friends cross our path, stumble on our footprints, pause a little bit
and then enter our heart and mind or we enter theirs.
After a while either they part or we leave.
Story ends there but life continues. Pain of separation continues.
Suffering continues until we learn a true freedom like the bus, the
art of letting go, the wisdom of nonattachment.

heart is alone

Even in the uncontrolably wildest and well attired crowd
The heart is still alone and naked
And continues to sing a thousand melodies.
a thousand melodies, a thousand melodies.

Oh elegant one!
Look how tasting your presence just for a minute
melts a heavy load
that could break the elephant's back.See More

you are looking outside

Thought says:-
My clan is the best
My religion is the best
My party is the best.

 The heart laughs and responds:
Listen!
all of you reside inside of me
but you are looking outside
where things look different, better or worse than the other
Now move inside and see what happens.

this form

this form
this body
is a nomad on an endless journey,
endless quest;
Relax dear one, relax:
... wherever you find yourself
You are at home,
Inside the heart.

every movement is a dance

bring the freshness of the present moment
to every little thing you do
such as going for walk, dish washing or talking to a friend
or even peeing.
Listen to the miracles your body performs when you pee
then you realize that every movement is a dance
and every sound is a music.

Will you marry me?

when you love with all the fiber in your heart
you are not afraid of walking muddy, abandoned streets.
You do not collect any mud nor look back to weep
nor leave any footprints behind.
You embrace everything as they come and go
and are not carried away by the blizzard they bring along.
Then the moon, as white as a glass of milk,
as vibrant as a newborn
would come down from her cozy room
and say to you with the utmost grace and humility:
"Will you marry me please?"

Something smelled very sweet

One morning
I was on my way to a coffee shop
when I bumped into someone.
Because something looked very sleek

I woke up from what it seemed like a dream and
asked her “ who are you? Have we met before?
She looked at me without actually looking
and flashed an electric-like smile and said
“I am SERENITY. You can call me peace or happiness, if you want.
we meet everyday. In fact we have never, ever been apart.
You just never noticed, you never opened your eyes
for the most part of your life.”
At this point, it was almost impossible for me to utter a word.
I was drunk on her perfume, consumed by her ravishing beauty
And wanted to faint. My eyes were wide open on their own
Like a door whose hinges have been broken for ever
And were never closed ever since.

for inner growth to happen

for inner growth to happen,
there must be demolition of the old mind pattern
and breaking of structures into small pieces.
This was last night . It seemed like a dream. To be exact,
It was between dream and wakefulness
The wind was roaring.
I was a lamp in my friend's hand
who was walking in the woods.
I wanted him to remove the glass around me. I almost begged him;
"Please break this enclosure around me!"
He said "You need protection. The wind is still strong
and it can blow you out and that will bring your end.
I don't need any protection. The wind is my breath. I said at the very top of my lungs
He almost lost patience with me and broke the glass with a stick he was holding with another hand.
The sound was enormous beyond all ears could bear
It was as if the entire world has fallen apart,
as if a collective human suffering has melted into
a fluid lava of volcanic eruption.
I watched the lamp
expanding and expanding and expanding
until it grew into what it seemed like a bright orange full sun.
I opened my eyes and suddenly it was daybreak and
the sun was glowing in my eyes.

Every place is sacred

Every place
Every being
small or big
tall or short,
crawling, walking, flying or swimming
is scared and holy,
where you are right now is sacred
even if the mind tells you otherwise.
To touch this space, this holiness
you have to be first empty yourself from any background
or mental construction or belief systems.
Only with this pristine, undivided innocence
you can touch light.

Love, if not shared becomes a thought

I heard knocks on the door and asked
who was knocking in the middle of the night.
The voice said "I am light".
I opened the door asked her to come in and sit with me.
No one slept the rest of the night.
... When morning came, I spun her into a poem and
shared her with more friends.
The next night, I heard knocks again.
I opened the door. This time it was a regiment, not just one,
it was the entire ocean with the whole crew, not a river. Since the house was not enough
We went outside and sat under a beautiful sky.
We sat all night and watched stars.
In the morning, I wove them together and shared with more friends.
The more I shared them, they came back in multitudes
and there was no way for me to resist them
I welcomed them and kept sharing.
I knew something now I have never known before.
The nature of light is to be recognized first, as yourself
and then to be shared.
If this does not happen, it becomes a thought
and concept and then guilt and then more pain.

[Inspired by beloved friend Sattie]

the entire cosmos

What appears on the surface
impossble and difficult
What the arms fear to embrace
What the lips hesitate to kiss
What the legs want to run way from
That is the hunger your inner most
has been wanting to grasp, to cradle
to wrap around and dance.
What a blind man wants to do as
Soon as his heart is ripped open,
Is to see himself and no body else
Because deep in inside,

There is the entire cosmos.

vertical dive into the core

Spirituality
Is not something one can achieve by torturing the body
or walking in a flowing robe or wearing a dreadlocks
It is rather dropping the robe and dancing naked.
it is not a horizontal endeavor.
It is a vertical dive into the core.
you know what? It is not any kind of effort at all.
It is your essence, what you already are.
And what you are cannot be achieved.
a songbird does not  look for her songs else where. She does not  rehearse them either. She just sings because it is natural.

you cross the river even before you see it

The mind says constantly;-
this is your rush hour, be fast
because you are paid hourly to pay your bills
so my friend, you cross the river even before you see it
you speak of grief and joy before we know it.
you swallow your food before you chew it thoroughly.
your stomach has so much to do.
Dear one, how are you going to be here
With me then?
Your relationship with your heart
determines all activities you do.
This obsession to own the entire world will soon pass.
After all, it is only your emptiness
that can complete you.

invitation for falling apart

Out of no where,
Love comes and grabs you by the collar
takes hold of you completely
and says to you;
Do you know for how long we have been separated?
Tell me,my friend, how you  were able to manage it. Tell me.
This is an invitation for falling apart
and dissolving.

stealing the moon from our own sky

We've seen this with the twinkle in the heart
Living in the past remorse and shame
steals the moon from our own sky;
puts a songbird in a cage.
Don't be so harsh, my friend
and let the moon shine. Let the bird sing.
I was afraid of fire all my life,
very much afraid of fire
until one day I saw him
gently turning a moist, hopeless dough
into a delicious bread.

the sun will continue to shine

I can say this for sure, beloved friend;
It is complete futile
turning stones and plucking leaves to prove your worthiness
to someone who mirrors everything that
you are not.
If you say to the sun, you are worthless and stupid,
she will still continue to shine.

wardrobe

Beloved:
I was just a raw and wild thread
Woven by a crazy caterpillar.

Then, you spun me and
the elegance in your hands
turned me into a splendid wardrobe.