morning with Mooji & stillness

Today, I woke up very early, the last couple of days I am suffering from ear infection. Unlike past when there is a physical restlessness, I did not fall out of stillness, stayed in observing mode. Trusted to what my feelings than what appears the logical steps. It is clearing now, in peaceful state of…

Rainy days

We sit silently in rain in wonder of its beauty and mystery, How it arrives and how magically it changes sky, lands, next door neighbor flower’s pot. How suddenly seagulls get quiet and how strangely pedestrians disappear. When wet leaves of tall trees dance with music of winds, how simply the beating of life Moves,…

Listen!

Listening is a quality which required patience and practice. We go through our days listening to every sound and noise. It actually takes place without we even realize it. Our mind has developed filters over time to let some sounds arrive and others we might never listen. The nature state of our ears are hearing,…

My ink and your white sheets

From my poetry book Eternal Love, available on amazon. ​Talk to me, You, the untouched white sheets, Are you waiting for my ink, Or piece of my heart. Hands can’t resist The temptation to touch, conquer your virgin silence, With tender whispers. My words, Landing, one by one, On your naked face, To melt, shape,…

Beyond illusion love flows

Everything speaks of you. All seen and unseen speak of your internal dialogue, how thoughts and feelings associates in your body and consciousness.  It can be overwhelming to see the possibility of living in a room with mirrors everywhere. Only reflections of who you think or feel you are. And it is gets heavy to…

My Body, My Soul, Totality of NOW.

Morning light arrives and touches my face gently. I open my eyes and still in bed, letting the rush of thoughts and mind plans fall into silence. I breathe deeper into the moment and hear a soft music inside. That is my soul telling me, all is perfect, wake up! I wake up renewed every…

Dance of a nameless hero

Be good to what is still unborn. Perhaps it will be a passionate love letter to yourself or a long deep gaze into eyes of a stranger. Perhaps it never comes, not the way you expect, be always receptive for embracement of your soul. Be good to your heart, to nameless story of a hero…