Poetry night

Only poetry.. Only you! Coming back from the garden of soulnaked form all desires and hopes.I have met my beloved.The royal falconsoaring high, exhilarating life,glimpse of his beauty,turned blur the world outside.My heart is pounding fastimmaculate love illuminating all.No word is left to be said.I am weeping. ♡♡♡♡♡ with no ending loveI just needed to…

A Chant

In the corner of garden A silent flower Dances with wind, mantra of " Thank you". Soft touch of grace On rim of dreams. The beloved face Untouched, Just close enough Intimate enough With fingertips of my heart. Unsatisfied eternal hunger for self Meeting Self, What a beauty This mystery is. Moments of recognition No…

Pilgrimage of Heart

The mute self trembles in the chain of events,going through dark tunnels and cavesto find faith again. The pure origin behind all happenings;where the mother earth holds all returning.Witnessing; like a silent treestill and grounded; observes dance of leaves.Fragments of passing seasons; falling soundlessbelow my breasts, bring all buried sorrowsto the surface.Beneath pain and despair;hundred…

The braves

life is your inheritance A fragile fracture of a sacred movement Between dust and magic. The thorny road, the narrow path, The barefoot sage, Is humming of your soul, Falling in love with not knowing Where Now stands. Remember,  when ache breaks your chest And tears blur your vision, The soft scent of love Always…

Eternal Home

Beloved, Many times we packed and unpacked our suitcases, many let go, embracement of New... Never like this, never so much peace, acceptance and space. Home in my heart has reached to boundless blue sky, to a hidden pearl in middle of ocean. Love in I Am, has become such a tender song, circling around…

XV

Polarity is a game, some praise you and some blame,be wicked and go your waythe dwelling never ends, drop the parachutechoose love and swiftly fade away. XIX Walk alone into fields of poppies and lavenders, roses and mintsHeart weaves beauty unknowingly beneath your admiration of the master makerall tales of bounty, wealth and power fades…

Stranger, lover, my home

In a room full of light, shadow has no space to play a part. Walls seem falling out of their frames, inside seems widen an outside disappearing in landscape of time. Aching, breaking, flowing and falling into silence,  again deeper than ocean, longer than night.All suddenly becomes so close,  how could be more intimate with God?When all…