The Black. Star-filled, Moonlit Night.

     She had dreaded this night for a long, long time. She'd managed to keep herself busy most of the time. Sometimes she'd  catch herself slipping into that dark space, where she'd forget to breathe and her smile would fall, from her sweet fragile face. 

     For 6 yrs and 22 days she'd been coming to this boys house. The Grandmother clock  downstairs chimed 12 times. 6yrs and 23 days. 

     She sat on the bed head quietly and stared down at his peaceful, moonlit face, for one last time. 

     She had a lot of other children to visit that night but she didn't care. She was paralyzed by her sadness. 

     She glanced at the tooth, in the glass of water, on the bookshelf by the bed. His last tooth. 

     She'd seen it coming but hadn't thought it would be this bad. There was nothing rational or logical in her thinking. It was this feeling in her heart, that wouldn't go away, a big aching emptiness. 

      She'd never spoken to him or knew much about him at all. But inside, she felt like she'd known him forever. 

      Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away. She wiped them on her gossamer wings and started to sob quietly to herself. 

       The boy stretched and rolled over. She looked around the neat room, some family photos, a couple of trophies and ribbons. A globe of the world sat on his desk, by his laptop. His schoolbag was on the floor, with yesterday's lunch box, poking out the top. 

       She reached into the cold water and grabbed the large white molar and popped it in her pouch. She took out a gold coin from the other side and dropped it into the glass. She half willed the clink of the coin, hitting the bottom of the glass, to wake him from his deep sleep. 

       The bed light flickered and she checked her watch. She had better go, she thought to herself or she'd be in trouble with her Mother, the headmistress. 

        She flew down and hovered by his cheek and gave him the softest, gentlest, most loving kiss, the universe had ever

seen. 

      She flew to the window and stood, looking back, for one last, sorrow-filled second. She'd always loved him. Although she hadn't put it into words. 

        She would often play out imaginary scenes, where she would take him to her world in the garden. There, they would play together and laugh and chat and there would always be lots of Icecream and chocolate cake and sunshine. 

         But now she was numb, this was the most defining moment in her little life. She had never felt so alone. 

         She looked out the window and up at the twinkling stars and the full, silvery moon. She heard the crickets and the frogs calling her, her world was calling her. 

        She breathed in the cool night air and felt her heavy heart. She pulled the curtain aside and flew away, back into the black, star-filled, moonlit night. 

Birth and Death.

Nothing of consequence,

happens to this body. 

Nothing of purpose,

matters to the mind. 

And nothing of worth,

can be obtained from this world.

It is beyond that matter, 

that matters. 

When we go within,

we cannot be scattered. 

It is the only thing worthy,

of our effort

and yet we cannot do a thing.

 

When we fall out of love,

for just the bling,

our hearts will laugh 

and dance and sing. 

It is only when we have openess,

without the struggle,

that from this mind, will we depart. 

It's only when we see ourselves, in all. 

Then we will see,

that from no thing, are we apart. 

It's only when we accept,

every little thing,

with every, 

loving breath. 

That this loving heart will open

and we'll see beyond,

this birth and death.  

For One so True.

Words no longer express,

the love I feel for you. 

I sing a silent song 

and it forms the shape of you. 

I cry a silent cry

and those tears wash over you. 

My smile is a reflection from the sun,
It has the same warmth

that beams from you. 

I dive into your ocean of love

and the current draws me, to you. 

I laugh from the belly of my heart

and that joy, that comes from you,

will go back to you, times two. 

I breathe in your bliss so deeply,

that it splits my lungs in two.
It breaks this little heart right open,

and I bleed for one so true. 

Lost to your Love.

I'm lost to your love Maa,

Innocent to your grace. 

You sneak up on me,

with your love Maa

and make this little heart race. 

There's no channel that I can tune into,

nor is there a book that I can find.  

That directs me to your love Maa,

that directs me to where you hide. 

I'm giving it my best Maa,

to be worthy of your grace. 

To be worthy of that gift,

that puts the biggest smile,

upon this face. 

I used to think that I knew....

what it was all about. 

But I've come to the conclusion,

that all I had were doubts. 

I wanted everything for me,

to feel special,
over others needs. 

I didn't get, 

that there is nothing,
that I need to win. 

There's nothing to beat down. 

I just had to wipe away,

that judging frown.

There's nothing to conquer

and there's nothing to suppress. 

Thers nothing to manipulate

and nothing to impress. 

Attention and importance,

will only bind this poor soul more. 

Best to leave it all to you Maa

and heed your every call.  

If we...

If we just slow down a little

and walk the streets. 

If we lounge on a breezy verandah,

on a hot Summers day. 

If we read a book

or write a poem. 

If we stare quietly into the ocean

and lose ourselves in the view. 

Our breath will slow

and deepen. 

Our hearts will slow

and sweeten. 

The world will slip away,

from the loosened grip,

of a mind that's strayed. 

A smile will stretch,

upon our lips. 

For how long,

we cannot say. :-)

The Scent of the Flower.

The scent of the flower,

reminds me of you. 

It's pure milky whiteness,

is imbued with your truths. 

The soft silky petals,

sparkle with dew. 

And I remember the sweet love,

that flows from you. 

Both

We are both the servant

and the served. 

Both the straight line 

and the curve.  

We are both what's taken 

and what remains. 

We are both the freedom 

and what's chained. 

Beyond

The Atma is our closest friend. 

One with whom,

we cannot  fight. 

It won't taunt us 

or torment us. 

It won't be for us 

or against us.  

It won't berate 

or elate 

but it will always tolerate. 

It has no thing,

for old and new. 

It only knows,

what's solid 

and true. 

It's the reality, 

of who we are. 

And it's as true 

as the morning star. 

When we realize this simple truth

and start listening to our inner voice.  

We will look beyond our Earth mother

and our heart, will sing and rejoice. 

She waits for us,

to remember, 

that from her, 

we're not dis-membered. 

We are beyond, 

what's logical 

and sane. 

We're beyond,

the pleasure 

and pain. 

We are beyond what belittles 

and tries to make us small. 

We are the essence,

of, it all. 

100% Full Faith

These words ring true in my ears. 

These words ring true in my heart. 

"If you love no other

but you love yourself, 

with one hundred percent full faith. 

Nothing else will set you as free, 

for that I in thee, is Me."

A Glimpse

When you start to get a glimpse of My reality. 

You'll start to love all for free. 

No bias or judgement will cloud your vision. 

You'll see clearly, it's always Me.  

Knowing

Experiencing guilt,

is remembering who we were. 

Experiencing God,

is remembering who we are. 

Repetition

Repetition with awareness,

will shape our hearts 

and hone our minds,

into perfect beings. 

Repetition in delusion, 

numbs us 

and dulls us to the miracles,

that manifest all around us 

and in us, 

every day.  

Our Choice

We can live consciously 

or compulsively. 

We can live with eyes wide open 

or eyes wide shut. 

We can live in total awareness 

or in total denial. 

Our Choice. 

His Heavenly Ways.

Laughter massages our tired hearts 

and blows the cobwebs away. 

Smiling urges our hearts to open 

and see life as Gods,

grand play.

The sound of laughter, 

plays around in our ears 

and prays that joy will stay. 

And sweetness sings,

to our jaded hearts, 

when we surrender,

to his heavenly ways. 

For Joyce.

Joyce, your life was your message,

your message was your life. 

Filled with love,

you were surrounded by love. 

Filled with a joy for life, your life was joyous. 

Even in your name, Joy lived. 

Peace, humility and sweetness, lived in your eyes. 

Joy resided in your smile. 

You had the biggest, purest, sweetest heart

and it will be missed for a long, long while. 

A Golden Heart.

The things closest to us we take for granted and the stuff just out of reach, we lust after. 

If we reverse it and are constantly grateful, for what we have, the other stuff will eventually loosen it's grip on us, as our values change. 

Slowly the things that we treated like gold before, will lose their value. 

The stuff that is the real gold, will become golden to our eyes, as our hearts become golden

Our Humble Cup.

When we put God first,

then look after,

all of those around us. 

There will always be enough,

to fill our humble cup. 

Dive In - Divine.

"Don't sit on the edge of the pot of nectar and have a sip now and again. Dive in and lose yourself and become the nectar itself."

 Sri Ramakrihna. 

We can either drown in the ocean of Samsara ( worldly existence) or drown in the ocean of Satchitananda (being, awareness, bliss) That's our choice!

A Longiing.

Without a longing for liberation instilled in every atom of your being, to break the shackles of lust, anger, jealousy, greed etc., it will not happen. 

You must light the fire of love, purity and faith in your heart and tend that fire night and day. 

Striving to achieve awareness of the eternal, universal Atmic reality alone, is true success.  

Some Of Us.

Some of us make a show of love. 

Some of us don't at all. 

Some of us need to see the love

but in some of us,

it's already installed. 

And then there are some,

that regulate their love 

and some of us,

aren't that small. 

I don't think,

God wants to hear our Bugle,

or hear our Violin. 

I don't think,

he wants to hear us Harping on

but I'm sure he loves to hear us sing. 

When we sing His praises in a crowd. 

When we sing His name out loud. 

When we sing with a love,

that has no bounds. 

That's when we feel a love, 

that's sound. 

That's when we feel a love,

that drowns. 

Imagine

 

Imagine being at one,

with a wise old Lions roar. 

Or being totally in tune, 

with the Eagle as she soars. 

Imagine having the patience of a mountain, 

as he awaits the warm spring thaw. 

Or feeling the tenderness of a Mother, 

as she heeds her baby's every call. 

Imagine having the strength of the Moon and pulling the Ocean to your breast. 

Or having the illumination of the Sun 

and illuminating all that God has blessed. 

Imagine having the hope,

that every new Dawn brings. 

The hope that every God-blessed soul,

opens their heart and sings.