Tuesday, April 12, 2011

your name

upon hearing your name,
the body relaxed
and then became a translucent harp.
The mind started to bloom with the wild daisies.
The heart opened up
like a tree receiving the sunlight.
upon hearing your name.

Monday, April 11, 2011

each step

Whatever is happening
is happening.
 Let not this or that
big or small
bother you, my friend.
Turn your focus to the center....

Each step towards the sun
makes you sweet
like the peach kissed by the moon.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

grateful

I am forever grateful
to the wind
that brings me your fragrance;
to the forests that write your name
on ever single part of their bodies;
...to YOU, most beautiful one
who knows my heart
like the lines in your hands.
I am forever grateful.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

the galaxies

I
Can write a book or start a talk show
Pretty much about everything.
About you, dear friend,
I confess, I can say
NOTHING.

Dear one
Don’t ever get destructed
By this elegance
Whose language
the galaxies want to
rehearse.

like the earth

when someone becomes rude to you, say thank you, I love you, I am sorry. It might be difficult to do but remember that this is not another person or a stranger talking to you. It is only the part of you that needs healing and attention and love and complete acceptance and forgiveness today. Give him-her back something stunningly beautiful. something lovely, something beyonds words can say. Look at the earth. we give her bags of garbage everyday and she gives back beautiful trees and flowers and divine poetry. Be like the earth.

the meeting of the roses with the sun

have i told you most radiant one why i love your eyes?
they hold the secret of the dawn
in their beauty.
the meeting of the roses with the sun.

Friday, April 1, 2011

The camel

I know you're stressed out by the changes you move thru every day.
Job security, financial crisis, political unrest, global warming...
Ask the camel how many days she can go without water
or the thinkness of heat she goes through everyday.
she probably would not say much to you
but would smile a little bit and kiss the ground
with her large brown feet.
When the sheep become one with the shepherd,
the scattered patches of clouds come together
and turn into sweet rain.