as if something
very delightful has l just happened,
smile to anything that
pulls you away from
your center.
It may come back
again and too
But it cannot have
the energy
to irritate you.
Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Touch with the hands of now
Suppress nothing
Pursue nothing outside of you.
See with the eyes of now
Touch with the hands of now.
You are touching the one
That touches every being.
Pursue nothing outside of you.
See with the eyes of now
Touch with the hands of now.
You are touching the one
That touches every being.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
a wedding ritual
once
I went to a wedding ritual
where form was being
married
to formless –
The intense aroma and the courage
of this pouring love stayed with me
forever.
Dear friend,
Life becomes the eternal dance
For the one who can walk
With one foot on the ground
And with the other
deep in the
Heart .
Saturday, November 2, 2013
When two egos meet
When two egos meet
they start friction and
Conflict because the
meeting is happening
From the place of great
deficiency, a zone that
Constantly bemoans to be
filled with something
other than its forgotten
Song –
When hearts meet,
It becomes communion
And celebration –
The world surrenders to
the scent of love –
It is the meeting of the beloveds
disguised as persons.
they start friction and
Conflict because the
meeting is happening
From the place of great
deficiency, a zone that
Constantly bemoans to be
filled with something
other than its forgotten
Song –
When hearts meet,
It becomes communion
And celebration –
The world surrenders to
the scent of love –
It is the meeting of the beloveds
disguised as persons.
learning rules
a child
who grows up busy
learning rules, protocols,
guidelines and standards -
cannot get the chance
to be himself/herself
nor can she/he have the room inside
for the one that really
matters most.
who grows up busy
learning rules, protocols,
guidelines and standards -
cannot get the chance
to be himself/herself
nor can she/he have the room inside
for the one that really
matters most.
Who's making the bed?
Who's making the bed?
and putting out candles.....?
I don't know about you.
I've become a drunkard
and merged with the
song of creation.
time and distance does not
exist for me and I have not
yet done making love
to the moon.
and putting out candles.....?
I don't know about you.
I've become a drunkard
and merged with the
song of creation.
time and distance does not
exist for me and I have not
yet done making love
to the moon.
the street is busy
the street is busy with people
who try to say something that
cannot be said.
the night is warm and content like the
eyes of the beloved.
the market place on the right side
is abandoned.
the tents and booths are taken down.
the wind blows away garbage, plastic
bags and empty cans.
only the ONE
that cannot be sold
and bought is left.
who try to say something that
cannot be said.
the night is warm and content like the
eyes of the beloved.
the market place on the right side
is abandoned.
the tents and booths are taken down.
the wind blows away garbage, plastic
bags and empty cans.
only the ONE
that cannot be sold
and bought is left.
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