A phase, a fall into Shri Ram

The glass house Full of all predictable glories phase and fall into Shri Ram. In the new moon A willow tree branches dance Between light and shade. In this lifetime, How much patience has left To dissolve between new and a full moon. In a first quarter of a heart, one hears the magic of…

GATE GATE PARA GATE…

I am a delirious mysticKeep bettingwith the Big guy in skyKeep losingthe shadow garment to light.I sufferWhen I winI smileWhen I lose.I lose most of the time,When I put my hand in my pocketStrangely I always findA stone, or a seed,a marble or a leaf.How could it beWhen I am most vulnerable,I am the happiest…