Walking with God/repost

I wrote this last year in May, while I was in Istanbul. Reading it today, reflect the depth of change within and yet seems outer always is the effect of this melting in God. Every Human on Earth at least once asked herself who am I, what I am here for. Usually in adolescent we…

Happiness

HappinessAn empty spaceBetween two heartsA distanceBetween two lipsTo exploreThe journey of a kiss. Happinessweightless cloudsShy morning rainOpens the gatesTo a white dayfertile of new hymns. The crossroadTo meetAll endsAll beginnings,To chooseWith total freedomWhen to haltOr move ahead. HappinessA handsomeguitar playerwith mystical eyesSinging to the girlAcross the hallHer favourite song. HappinessA womanOn a saddled horseWith a…

Pilgrimage of love, return to origin joy

After years of seeking truth,writing human stories, sharing detailed process of transformation and transition. My heart has coming to her natural state of silence, observing all and somehow with more maturity witness and reflects what has been theme of the last 13 years cycle of heart pilgrimage and this year for many beings of light…

Witness the Joy of God

Our stories Short or long, Have expiry date. After that, we must recycle the products, give back the wastes, keep the essence. basically face the wave, surf the change. Some people, Look out of the window, convincing themselves, this is our share of sky! While vastness invites them to explore the unlimited joy of flow.…

I.6

Coming back from the garden of soul naked form all desires and hopes. I have met my beloved. The royal falcon soaring high, exhilarating life, glimpse of his beauty, turned blur the world outside. My heart is pounding fast immaculate love illuminating all. No word is left to be said. I am weeping. From the…

Oasis of love

My love, watch my lips movingon wounds of offeringon the ground of your loveas my heart ripen in wineand my soul burnt in fire of passion,They say, I long for eternal,They say, I overcome myself;I say no more,see my fire, touch my stone,see my sky and feelthe beating of my millions stars,my soul falling in…

New Horizons

Mind plays the many masks of colours While heart always choose Wordless play of love. A threshold to see new horizons. The game of creation Begins with self and it ends with Self. One called small and the other eternal. And soon again, Perception becomes a new condition To say this or that, I Am…