The day disaster struck said all is a sad day
It was indeed
For it left many homeless, yet others dead
Disaster but did strike on one day
That was a misfortune indeed
Then ain’t every day a fortune
When the sun and air warm and caress in Love?
Strange! Mankind is blind to fortune at hand
Every moment
Every ‘ordinary’ day is a miracle indeed
One more opportunity
To live to experience the Creator and Creation
As simply One
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Experience of God!
Moments of joy simply for no reason
A smile that comes on brilliantly for no reason
Simply watching all that is around
A lightness of spirit within
Not for a ‘reason’
A feeling of oneness with all
Moments of serenity
Moments of divinity
Happen all the time
To simply wait
Is to experience
The subtlest
Effortlessly
Is to touch the Divine
To taste the eternity of Love
That is
Moments of joy simply for no reason
A smile that comes on brilliantly for no reason
Simply watching all that is around
A lightness of spirit within
Not for a ‘reason’
A feeling of oneness with all
Moments of serenity
Moments of divinity
Happen all the time
To simply wait
Is to experience
The subtlest
Effortlessly
Is to touch the Divine
To taste the eternity of Love
That is
Monday, August 22, 2005
To shun your own
In search of the One
You shall never find such
For that which you reject is the Divine too
Having shunned a part of the whole
How can you call it the whole?
The entirety that is One
The Divine is available to all
Waits with open arms
Saffron or no saffron
Religion or no religion
Moksha is not the privilege of the few
They are but seekers too
The truly realized One knows that
To unite with that within
No prerequisites in Love
But an open mind that yearns
Waits in Love and patience
To unite with the One supreme
In search of the One
You shall never find such
For that which you reject is the Divine too
Having shunned a part of the whole
How can you call it the whole?
The entirety that is One
The Divine is available to all
Waits with open arms
Saffron or no saffron
Religion or no religion
Moksha is not the privilege of the few
They are but seekers too
The truly realized One knows that
To unite with that within
No prerequisites in Love
But an open mind that yearns
Waits in Love and patience
To unite with the One supreme
Monday, August 15, 2005
Spirituality at six or sixty?
The search for the divine is not the pastime of the aged
The thirst for fulfilment
Begins with birth
A life that awaits fulfillment
A deep flowering within
A reunion, the pinacle of creation
The mango flowers in five years
The rose bush in a few weeks
Age is no matter
The union with divine
Happens in Silence
Simply evelopes
Just where you are
As you are
The search for the divine is not the pastime of the aged
The thirst for fulfilment
Begins with birth
A life that awaits fulfillment
A deep flowering within
A reunion, the pinacle of creation
The mango flowers in five years
The rose bush in a few weeks
Age is no matter
The union with divine
Happens in Silence
Simply evelopes
Just where you are
As you are
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Sleep
Every night as sleep draws near
Remember your ever-smiling form I hold so dear
Feel the formless You embrace me ever so gently
Wake up to the same thought of You yet again
Should death be so too
For death is sleep too
Embrace me as the last thought
Then shall I wake up
Back again
Remember You yet again
How does it then matter?
A million births and deaths or just one
Mere transformations
Each an opportunity
To merge with the One divine
Yet again
Moksha is this
Fear of none
Death too
For whether I wake up
From sleep or death
It shall be in the realms of the One Divine
Every night as sleep draws near
Remember your ever-smiling form I hold so dear
Feel the formless You embrace me ever so gently
Wake up to the same thought of You yet again
Should death be so too
For death is sleep too
Embrace me as the last thought
Then shall I wake up
Back again
Remember You yet again
How does it then matter?
A million births and deaths or just one
Mere transformations
Each an opportunity
To merge with the One divine
Yet again
Moksha is this
Fear of none
Death too
For whether I wake up
From sleep or death
It shall be in the realms of the One Divine
Friday, August 12, 2005
Learn not to store in a memory bank
As jewels in a locker in a bank
Imbibe, let the knowledge seep through your very being
As rain drenches the parched earth
A single word of wisdom soaked in
shall melt ignorance
as fire melts ice
Into the one divine
That knowledge is but in vain
should it not sink in
deep within
Like rain in a summer storm
Lashes around in vain
As jewels in a locker in a bank
Imbibe, let the knowledge seep through your very being
As rain drenches the parched earth
A single word of wisdom soaked in
shall melt ignorance
as fire melts ice
Into the one divine
That knowledge is but in vain
should it not sink in
deep within
Like rain in a summer storm
Lashes around in vain
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Mind the Garden
A garden called MIND
Thoughts of every color and shade
That bloom in a garden called mind
Bloom awhile
Watch them blossom and then fade away gently
Leaving behind the essence
They but reflect the one Truth
In myriad shadesMany reflections of One
Like flowers of different hues
That blossom and bloom
Stay awhile
Fade away gently
Leaving a gentle fragrance behind
Each flower spreads its essence
Each thought the essence
The One Truth
Watch all
Judge none
Compare none
For they but contain One
A garden called MIND
Thoughts of every color and shade
That bloom in a garden called mind
Bloom awhile
Watch them blossom and then fade away gently
Leaving behind the essence
They but reflect the one Truth
In myriad shadesMany reflections of One
Like flowers of different hues
That blossom and bloom
Stay awhile
Fade away gently
Leaving a gentle fragrance behind
Each flower spreads its essence
Each thought the essence
The One Truth
Watch all
Judge none
Compare none
For they but contain One
Perfection is a mirage in a desert
Chase it as much as you can
It is still elusive as ever
The strive for perfection
Is the cause for every innovation
Imperfection is a possiblity
for an invention
Perfection is the mirage that spurs evolution
This mind is that which 'sees' perfection
and imperfection
Creation just is
Chase it as much as you can
It is still elusive as ever
The strive for perfection
Is the cause for every innovation
Imperfection is a possiblity
for an invention
Perfection is the mirage that spurs evolution
This mind is that which 'sees' perfection
and imperfection
Creation just is
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