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.
Saturday, December 31, 2016
old consciousness
Leave
your old
consciousness
and enter
the door
of the new year.
be open
and empty
like a child.
allow life
to be
the circle
of endless
miracle.
the new year is
the awakening
bell deep
within you.
socially unacceptable
when you accept
what is socially
and psychologically
as well as
mentally
unacceptable,
your suffering
comes to an
end and your
life transforms
without a limit.
a truly awakened being
a truly
awakened being
does not walk around
with any labels any more.
she/her does not
identify with a place,
political views or
belief system.
She/he is the
white fire
burning in our heart,
the pulse of the
universe, the
alchemy that
turns clouds
into a sweet
rainfall.
Thursday, December 29, 2016
the path to love
There is no
path to love.
why you keep
looking for it?
Even when you think
you’ve found it
it cannot take you
there because
It lacks freshness
and originality and
it cannot hold
your pure innocence,
the intensity of the fire
blazing inside
your chest.
move in the jungle
of not knowing
and you will
eventually
realize
that the
willingness
to love itself
is the path.
The courage
to fall into
your own
heart
is a divine
path.
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
like a dough
In the face
of a true love
darkness becomes
your bonfire,
Sorrow becomes
your daybreak.
it holds you
tenderly and squeezes you
like a dough and
mixes you with
everything that is
humanly impossible
until the world
of duality crumbles
and only one dance
remains.
the miracle
The miracle
is not hoping
to see
light at the
end of the tunnel.
The miracle is
to turn your eyes
inwards and see
the light
blazing inside
your chest,
in the heart
of your heart
and in the soul of
your soul.
Monday, December 26, 2016
The most beautiful book
The most
beautiful book
you can ever
read is the one
that has no
words inside
the pages –
the very moment
you open it,
the perfume
of deep silence
intoxicates
you like a holy
wine, leaving you
utterly
speechless.
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