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…

Skywalkers

It began in timeless,mystery of consciousnessbehind the veil of time. The anonymous  lover endured the journey on a visible path,waltzed between sky and earthmelted in foams ofocean love.The ocean was vast, Eager to reach above horizons.Seashells revealed the unsaid storiesOf how morning tides unlockThe song of nightingale While her heartjumps courageously between gapsFrom Pond to…

Heavenly Bird

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them. -Rumi Burn me in Fire of Truth, scatter my dust into wind. In my nothingness, I see everything. Listen, hear the poem humming in my silence. I have lived a full Circle, in love I shall disappear. Longing was a smoke of this burning…

The sound of Om

Emptiness is the Mother of your dreams. Awareness is the Father of your creation. Present is the Magic of your love. You are the moon and the sun, You are the joy of life. You are the heart of The Beloved, the blood of love. The pure child of universe, The Sound of Om, The…

Dance of totality

Threshold of SEPTEMBER, New Earth begins The dance of totality. September is a month to be consumed in Grace. To go so deep into heart, never like this before, never so alone with One and let the reconnection brings the magic of geometry into our lives. This renewal is happening at our Huamn/Soul holographic design.…

Pilgrimage of Heart-update

Pilgrimage of Heart/update Beloved friends, I am guided to leave the safety of my friends home and return to Vancouver on Saturday. I have one night booked at a central Hostel, after that I do not know. My $ was enough for one night and perhaps few cups of coffee. 😊 This surrendering and obedience…

Between hands of time

Between hands of time a traveler makes small plans. What seems closer than feelings and thoughts; flee into open space of heart. To be human means Look through the soft variable edge of light land on silent gaps of a song; invisible to your eyes. The heart confused of doing nothing, helplessly circles around the…