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.…

Who spilled the milk?

The world is anxious, Man hesitates between pondering choices The cloth wire with many hanged options none fit to cover his doubts. In mornings, sky asks, How long more the clouds wander In my river. At nights, Sky listens to the dark night Untroubled by time demands. A little robin, Look at his blue red…

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…

moments of observation

Could we open an intimate conversation Without fear or resistance To reflect, to unfold, to accept and let go To let our life become a vast, boundless and abundant place to meet truth, love and peace, moment to moment. Could we look into each other’s soul and before calling another “You” before blame and guilt…

Surrendering

Real surrendering is a full heart offering of what feels like a valuable, belonging, even fear and suffering can be masked by mind to hold on illusion Perhaps safety, comfort, relations, role we play, what we desire, even freedom This is the stage persona needs to dissolve in Truth. All layers of self need to…

I alone Am

Truth is simple, powerful and unchanged. It takes all the bullshit out of human system. It carries beyond knowing, doing and believing. It holds, everything like a baby, in constant joy of flow, care of a mother. It sees, feels and liberates, It chooses silence about all noise, It smells like a rose, Its' thorns…

A full circle

It began with my eyes,then my ears, Then the walk in unknowable road,Smell of lavenders And fragrance of fresh cut grass.It began with one stepInto life without a centre,Into a heart with no gravity.Everything I see, I hearI feel and sense,Is a completion of the Circle Pulling me into Emptiness,Filling me with God.Could love be…