The farmer scatters seeds
Some bloom others do not
Those that fall on fertile ground do
Into shrubs that flower

The Masters speaks words of wisdom
These are seeds too
Should be received by a fertile mind
Then shall flower yet again
Flowering from within

Judgement

Judgement is a baby of the mind
A device that devises to divide
Yet again
Every division is a separation
Of You from your eternal self

When judgements dissolve
When this ‘ever thinking mind”
Stills
There is the Silence
Which is the Truth

The feel of the earth beneath the feet, just me
Turn my face to the rain drops from the sky
That kiss and carress with love
The lofty trees that sway
In the gentle breeze with arms laden with blossoms
Too much to hold
There is so much to behold
Every sunrise is a beckoning
For a new beginning
To celebrate Life

The blossom that lands at my feet
A gift in indeed
Everything around
There is so much Love
In the warmth of the sun
The carress of the earth

This much I behold
Everything around me is just divine
As I am

ONENESS
To smile at another’s pleasure
To revel at another’s happiness
To feel another’s pain
Just as yours
In empathy
To wish each ‘ONE’ well
Simply……
For everything around is just me
An extension of me
Just a drop in the ocean of Conciousness
Just as I am

This too will pass

Dark clouds that will pass
In a while
Till then I shall be away awhile
Helping my little one to cope
When there seems no hope

I wish she knows
There is a rainbow at the end waiting
Of Light and Love eternal

Wish she knows
I am with her in this too
With her joys too

I celebrated her success
I cry with her too
In agony and distress
In success and exhilaration
I can see just the One

Sunrise on Diwali

A Celebration in Silence

Amidst green woods and hills

Sans the usual hustle and bustle

Sans fireworks

It was beautiful

A time to be alone

Birth and Death
Let me die that
You may be born
In me

Then shall a vehicle be born
Of Love, Compassion Infinite
That is You

Then can it flow
All that You pour in me
Of Love and Knowledge
Like water from a bamboo spout
Like music from a flute

Till then shall sorrow reign
Till then shall bliss elude