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

This too shall pass
Clouds of sorrow and pain that do
Seem menacingly large
This too shall pass
Joy and laughter
That seem will last
This too shall pass

Good times, bad times
This too shall pass

Eternal witness to all
Lies within
The One

Full moon on the lake
Sometimes still, sometimes sways,
Moves with the water

Impressions all
Move with the mind

The moon shines on steadily above
Simply is
The Truth
That just is

Rivulets

Knowledge and Devotion rivulets that join
Enjoin the one divine
Blend together in symphony
One turns into the other in harmony
Simply two rivers
That flow
To the One

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

White words on a black screen
Rays of light in a dark room
Gentle beams that dispel darkness
Wisdom so bright that ignorance ran
for cover
Herald a new dawn
Of Truth
Of Fulfillment
Of Love unbounded
For the One
In All

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

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

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

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

Whispers from beyond

Whispers from beyond
Words of wisdom that simply caress
Heared, nay experienced in the depths of Silence
Moonbeams on a dark night
Dispels the darkness of ignorance

I am no author
Just a mirror
Shall reflect them simply as they come

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

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

The world is to be experienced
Loved and shared
Not feared and conquered,
For he that seeks to conquer
Is driven by fear
The part can never own the whole!
The part is a part, however large
The gross cannot embrace the subtle
The subtle permeates the gross