H O L I

To meet to merge
Is the urge
Let me thirst evermore

Wish to adorn myself
with all the colors
shades of every hue
that is You
Adorn ALL your colors through devotion
Colors of love joy, compassion
That surpasses all
Of every conceivable difference
Where is but one hue
That is You
To see You in all

Where ‘i’ die a blissful death
And become that which I yearn

Yearn to sing to you so much
The Love that fills me so much

Have not words that can express enough
Love you is all I can say through tears

To meet you I have to drop
To meet to merge
Would be to shed
Every clothing of this soul
Of the mind
Of the intellect
Of everything
To turn nothing
Nothing.... just the Presence that’s One

Your absence invoked your presence so
Understand now why Radha chose to let you go
For in your physical absence
Did she merge
In your Omnipresence

As You in spirit
One with you forever
She was truly blessed

Yearn for this union
Always
To merge in that which is

A season to give and receive
Gifts….
Gifts of the gross transient
Effervescent
Last a while

Gifts eternal
Of love and joy unbounded
To all around
Wish each one
The very best may happen
In their lives

Gifts unbounded
I receive each day
From Existence

Of light and sunshine,
Nature and nurture
I have a lot to thank for each moment

Each moment here is a reason to celebrate.
'Thank you' is a small word for gifts
Just an attitude of gratitude
In Silence

The Train

As I stood waiting, it bustled in nosily, clattering, a seemingly unending line of blue carriages.
Then as it slowed down the 'seemingly unending stream’ had gaps in between, windows to the Space that contained the train.

Space untouched despite the noise and the chatter
That remained as it 'was’
Before and after the train left.....
That which Is

The mind too is a ‘seemingly unending’ stream of thoughts, yet there are gaps between thoughts, that become more apparent when the frequency of thoughts slow down. ‘Empty’ spaces untouched by thoughts, the space that contains the mind.

The space between the thoughts, is that which simply is…. The Eternal Consciousness.

Cooking, eating, feeding
And then cleaning
Empty counter first
And empty counter last
Every day….

Logically an exercise in futility
Yet eternity
is just this

Coming together
Of five elements
Of transformation
And dissolution
Yet again
Yet again
No logic
No reason
A dance called
Eternity
To simply witness its poetry
Is bliss

The light of Consciousness within
Illumines the home it resides in
And those around
To connect to the Consciousness within
Is to light a lamp of brilliance
That dispels the darkness of Ignorance

All that is left is the radiance of Truth

The more I know
I know this….
How little I know
Each glimpse of the Truth
Shows me just that
The expanse of the Truth that is
I know but this..
I shall never know in entirety
This expanse of eternity
I can experience a fraction
Me a fraction
In this expanse of Creation