Last night I opened my heart Found the beloved's thousands threads of gold Swinging like a willow tree Over the shadow of my dreams, where a lady clown was shaking an old clock with one hand, clapping with the other, screaming at a mirror... Saying: I am pure, I pick up codes, I am the…
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…
My body is made from lucid dreams, And sensual foams. Harp player's hands whispered me into living, on face of Earth. I only knew how to worship the melody of his fingers, his delightful touch. I forgot the song, memories were erased. I was lost, alone and fearful of any bond to Earth. Being a…
Knowing is a gentle breeze from beyond, rising within center of soul. It becomes gravity of changeable seasons of heart, on passage of growth. Every step of the way, we write a story, by our feeling, thought and action. We mostly wish for love and safety. Our minds want to know our ending, and our…
Sometimes when there is no way out, you must go in. To the centre of heart gravity, where clarity sees and speaks. On your way in, you might face darkness, pain, fear and rage, keep go on, observe, feel and pass. You will know, when your breathing changes, the path within is no longer narrow…
