Everyone is in love with everyone

The sky I saw last night,
The ripples on his face
Has washed so many sad memories.

in the stove
The intention of the fire,
Her breath
must be very sweet.
How do I know?
She is tickling the pot so tenderly
And the stew is cooking so well.


Whatever comes your path
whatever leaves you,
Be the song on your lips, my friend.
I can tell,
Everyone is in love
With everyone
Right now.

more stories

Speaking of poetry

Speaking with poetry

Speaking in poetry

I have some friends who said to me:

Your poetry is sweet and profound but we want to see

Them telling more stories.

To which I said:

I understand you completely, dear ones,

But I don’t have stories to tell any more

I have only life to share.

your finger bitter by a snake

You are not a loser.
You’re not the victim of your circumstance.
Let this not be your truth.
The one who is saying this to you
Is your own finger bitter by a snake.
The truth is
You’re a meadow
In which life happens.
Now let this clarity find you.
Let this arrow of knowingness
Split you open.

Don’t come to your kitchen

Don’t come to your kitchen
with a recipe.
A great chef does not make
the same soup Again.
Don't worry for lack of past experience
A word spoken from a place of silence
can heal a deep wound.

If you have not been torn

If you have not been torn and separated

How is it possible for you

 to recognized oneness with yourself?

If you have not been a captive

How do you know what freedom is?

If you have not seen poverty,

Can you feel abundance?

I witnessed the star falling down

From the sky and then

Turning to dust quickly.

The next moment I found myself

In the same chamber with the sun

Who said to me: -

You may not remember

Before I was sun, I was dust, falling from the sky

 And wallowing in the mud.

You know, falling is a sweet necessity and some agony too

Then you can rise again and shine

Like never before.

the organs in the body

All the organs in the body,
all the bones,
every single cell
and the hair on the skin, even the ones
that are beginning to gray: -
together are the orchestra
singing the abundance surrounding me
every moment.

ocean-divers

This continues to marvel me:-
The number of ocean-divers
is rising beyond statistics.
This is not because the ocean
wears a makeup to attract anyone.
She simply remained the same
And true to herself.