Rest in centre

Between all of the mess and glory which we call it life. Where, we laugh, cry, pray, enjoy, afraid, make love, run, teach, unlearn, get confused, hurt, smile and finally when we had enough, get quiet. Between all the masks we wear all through life, man, woman, lover, spiritual, poet, artist, teacher, master, begger, guru,…

The beginning of a sparrow

I was there, In the beginning Between monks and masters in yellow robes, Marching for centuries around his temple. Without finding the entry door. I was there, A naked child with curly hair, chubby checks, playing pantomime with my imaginary silent friend, They called him God. We played, Hours after hours God seemed dark to…

To Tara

As the joy Opens her wings, To land on my heart's ground, Her smile reaches to each corner of my soul. When she wraps her little arms Around my neck, Her soft skin touches mine, Happiness approaches the gates of heart, Every time a little more. She is named Tara, She lives in a small,…