a place where poetry pours

The mind
Wants to describe everything
And everyone is toiling hard
For recognition or survival.
My friend,
Come to a place
Where poetry pours
like spring water -
Come where the heart
Sings for no reason.
Come.

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Grace has no headquarters

Grace
Has no zip code
Nor headquarters.
It is evenly scattered
Around.
By simply being yourself
Remember how many hearts
You can touch today.

garden full of sunflower

My mind has long
Forgotten how to worry
About things, past or future.
Every single remnant
Of fear has evaporated
Ever since I’ve known
Love as myself;
Ever since I've touched
the spring from where
innocence flows -
And anyone who tempts
To break into my heart
Will find nothing
But a garden
Full of sunflower

life is a waterfall

Life
Is a waterfall
Flowing in silence
And you are a green
Landscape inside
Her dance .
She does not need
Any pushing or pulling.
Nor grabbing a tiger’s tail. 
She happens on her own
Because she wants to happen.
The moment you feel her
All around you and within you,
Your beauty and creativity
Deepens and intensifies itself

you bury your head in the desert

There are
Days when your energy overflows
And you want to kiss everyone you meet
In the street.
At other times, you can hardly
Get out of your bed for breakfast.
Some days , you get out in the crowd
And show off your looks.
Other times, you bury your head
In the desert and snore. –
Some days you give off sweet colors.
Other times, you settle for black
And white -
Leave all this struggle behind.
Start life not from where you’ve left
But from Zero.
Look how the wild animals
Snuggle with the forest.
Begin love affair with the one
Who can turn your arms
Into wings of flame.
The one who can transform your lips
Into fresh bay leaves;
Your eyes into ever-burning lamps
And your heart into a brilliant sun.

All that is nourishing

All that is nourishing,
All that is kind,
All that makes us
Sing and dance
arises from inside,
From the heart.
That is more ancient,
much closer
To you than religion.

stay with me

Everywhere
There is so much competition
And everyone wants to say something
And everyone in doubt -
Wanting to change his mind -
My friend, don't run away from silence.
stay with me for a short while
At least until the evening arrives and everyone sleeps -
Stay inside your breath, in the heart of the sea
Where words turn to pearls -
I am going to show you what radiance is,
your own beauty 
That has been hiding from your eyes
Ever since the beginning of reason.

In the city of thirst

We are here to build
Bridges Not prisons. 
To be the mother of the sea-
and dispense liquid love
In the city of thirst -
To mirror on our face not misery
or fear But the coral reef of harmony.
To touch the cord of this immense
Beauty and Let the world
spin with love.

the waters of now

Something
We cannot comprehend
With the stream of though
Polishes the face of eternity
And sweetens our mouth –
And the words we say don’t
Point to the past of the future
Because they continue to gush from the heart,
From the waters of now. 
That is why their aroma and depth
Wakes up countless sleeping camels
And nourishes thousands of hungry souls.

the other corner of the ocean

If your path
Begins on the other corner
Of the ocean –
Are you willing to dive?
Are you willing to leave your fear
And come out to who you are?
Blessed are those
Who are ready to vanish
Into love, 
who are not
Afraid of digging the ground. 
They are the ones
Who Can touch the pearl
Sitting underneath
their feet.

know love as yourself

You
are trying hard to learn and 
memorize so many things-----
Relax dear friend.
When you know light
as yourself,
when you know love
as yourself,
you cannot be afraid
any more.

the courage to listen

Wisdom 
is not the ability
to say so many words
in a few minutes.
Wisdom is the courage
to listen to 
what wants to be said 
in this moment.

all that is sacred

take a break from worries-

and gaze inside without judgement!

The vastness of your heart

contains a all that is sacred

take a break from worries-

and gaze inside without words!

The vastness of your heart

contains all that is beautiful.

Stop sitting in the street and

begging for alms.

Don't ever hesitate
to walk away from  the thought

that desires to

stop the trees from dancing

in the morning breeze.

Walk away from anything-anyone

that blocks the out-pouring and spilling-over

of your loving-creating wizard.

take a break from worries-

and gaze inside without words!

The vastness of your heart

contains all that is beautiful.

Stop sitting in the street and

begging for alms.

Don't ever hesitate
to walk away from  the thought

that desires to

stop the trees from dancing

in the morning breeze.

Walk away from anything-anyone

that blocks the out-pouring and spilling-over

of your loving-creating wizard.

Stop sitting in the street and

begging for alms.

Don't ever hesitate
to walk away from  the thought

that desires to

stop the trees from dancing

in the morning breeze.

Walk away from anything-anyone

that blocks the out-pouring and spilling-over

of your loving-creating wizard.

where the heart sings

The mind
Wants to describe everything
And everyone is toiling hard
For prize.
My friend,
Come to a place
Where poetry pours
like a spring  water.
Come where the heart
Sings for no reason.
Come.

The birthplace of fear

You’re
More beautiful than
What your resume says.
Your
Elegance spills over
Into every land erasing
The lines that has divided humans.
Return
To the ocean now.
Return!
The birthplace of
Anxiety and fear
Won’t be on the map
Any more.

when love speaks

When
Love speaks,
The ground bares
Her bosom and reveals to us
The thousand dandelions
That have not opened yet.

the root of your creative force

If you want to touch
the root of your creative force,
Sit with a friend who still
remembers how to smile -
who is not afraid of being herself -
Who is not surrounded with fear
and who can feel your heart deep
inside her vastness -
Look how the sun
pours light -
She does not even blink.

the fire burns softly

How is it possible
for you to become lonely,
dear friend
when the roots of your roots
are tightly kneaded into  the smile
of the eternity?
How is it possible for you
to be thirsty?
Look inside
From your heart
the ocean continues to pour
into itself.
the fire burns softly
and the music plays with
the elegance that cannot be
measured in words.

your problems

If all
,
your apprehensions,
your sorrows,
your fear and more mentally
created stories put together,
They are not as original and real
and high and powerful
as you are.

moon's milk

Love
Flows freely
And  fearlessly.
It does not enter
 into rivalry
Or competition.
Or intrigue.
It heals every face
It touches.
That is why
You cannot stop being drunk
Every time you taste a sip of   the moon’s
milk.
That is why The first time you see
Your own smile,
The first time you hear
A lion’s roar,
You cannot say a word
For so many days
 and weeks.

your thousand eyes

There are days

when we lack clarity
 And don’t know what we really want.
We go to the market looking for a friend
And come back with something we already
Have in the closet.
Don’t do what everybody does.
Any path can take you to north
Or to the mountains.
Only the inner path can
Bring you to a friend’s door.
Do something today
That delights you,
That opens your thousand eyes –
Find a little courage and serve
Your heart –
 Kiss with all your  passion.

endless field of love

You

Are an endless

 field of love.

That is your essence.

If your life is filled with strife

And imbalance,

This is probably in your dream.

Now, wake up and

Open your door.

A friend is here to build

A fire in your chest.

Dissolve more

This freshness

This sweet jesus-buddha inside-

That opens and expands us

That makes the sun

 Circle around  us -

what is awake

even when the body is tired ---

Talk less, my friend. Speak less

Sing more. Listen more. Burn more and

Dissolve more –

the same drum is playing

everywhere.

your waters are clear and sweet

The job of a grasshopper is to hop.

Yours is not.

your job is to watch a grasshopper hop,

Like a popcorn on fire

it hops until it finds a cool ground,

Until it finds a nourishing wall of the uterus,

The world is like a grasshopper
and popcorn, hopping and popping
and burning --

Look what is happening in the streets of  Egypt.

You are the ocean
and your waters are clear and sweet.

you are a thirst-quencher and
 tender heart.

You are an oak tree
that shelters multitudes

 under her  love canopy.