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