Category: Poems

Meet Me Where I Am

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Robin Bird sitting on a branch

I’m standing still,
ears caught by the song of birds and humming drops of rain,
by the swoosh of passing cars and scheduled trains.

Again, I find myself aware of a rushing world,
several days, several miles away from sacred place
that’s well-sheltered from the mechanic race.

I find myself at peace,
despite the traffic of the busy world.
I am what I have always been.

Eyes glance around the whirling Mother Earth,
gazing across the tangled web of restless thoughts
through space of manmade noise and ceaseless clutter,
with less and less remaining space,
where spirit comes to meet the matter.

Eyes peer toward the happy song of a Robin,
towards the chitter-chatter of three smiling ducks,
towards the graceful crane,
standing in the stillness of the flowing water,
waiting to receive its faithful share.

Fly high and rise above the plane of fear and worries.
Dive deep into the wonder of Gaia’s stories,
from mountain peak to ocean shore,
to steep valley through wind and storm,
until the day you reach the core;
There dwells a need to search no more.

The sun shines brighter when you live to love,
when your heart is open,
when you smile with childlike joy.
It’s all that really matters.
 
It’s all that really matters,
as we journey on,
hand in hand
and
heart to heart.

Perceive to Receive

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Eyes of Perception

I perceive.
Eyes receive.
You perceive me.
Your eyes receive me.
How? Is there a difference?
The eyes are the mirror of the soul.
They look to see beyond.
No likes, dislikes, aversions, or attachments.  
When you realize that “Eyes receive”,
you too are ready to “receive.”
Fully, as it is – no filters applied.
Both, light and the absence of light flow through.
Such is my yardstick,
teaching me how to surrender.  
Being soft as mud not hard as a brick.  

Sun Rays Tickling the Ocean Waves

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Girl sitting by the fire on the beach, the boy next to the water, looking towards the horizon.

Dancing with the Sun Rays Tickling the Ocean Waves… all Across the Seven Seas

The moment when the two opposites meet and greet.
In the twinkling of an eye,
swept away by the palpable attraction,  
two bipeds, taken over by the spell of nature,
they initiate a honey-sweet relation.

Until the mighty vigor of the fire clashes
against the unsurmountable force of water.
Like the sun and the ocean, endlessly romancing,
the waves never stop bouncing.

The fire and water, somehow,
find the most unusual ways to embrace.
Guiding our own primordial forces,
inviting us to express ourselves, to dance.

Yet, we, tiny-vast-human beings.
with all our aspirations, shortcomings,
anticipations, projections, and tone of reactions.
We struggle when our substratum
is still full of air bubbles.  

How can fire continuously burn and glow,
how can water shine and flow if the foundation
cannot sustain the force of its own creation?

So much interference, obstruction, resistance, arrogance, pride, 
with a lack of integrity, humility,
and pure love is gone,
with the flickering shadow
caused by the passing gust of wind.

Still, in their own unique ways,
both fire and water continue to rise,
from within.

To guide us,
to lead the way toward the horizon. 
There – we meet again.
After all the struggles we had to face,
to understand, to overcome,
to rise above, to arrive at the place
where the Sun Rays tickle the Ocean Waves.
free to play, to dance, embrace, and romance. 

A blissful sight to behold,
so innocent and tender sweet –
the heart expands, begins to sing.  

If only we are blessed to see,
and realize how exquisite,
how precious,
how fragile Life is. 

Gratitude to Fire, Wind, and Water.
To all the elements on Earth.

Let us never forget that we owe it all to Mother Nature.
All of our blessings, all of our lives and dreams.

Om🌊☀️🌎

Lightning May Strike

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Girl in a cloak, staining, watching,, lightning, stormy weather

One can never be entirely sure
how the day is going to unroll.

It can start off as a simple,
well intended, 
clear my mind from all the busy thoughts
afternoon walk.

Before the clock strikes five,
I hear the thunder
and before I turn around,
 the lightning fires up my spine.

On the sacred spot,
beside my favorite rock.

I stand there,
seeking refuge,
pouring out my prayers,
my gratitude.
To everything and everyone
I have ever been blessed by.

To my numinous fellow travelers.
So many of you have carried me through.
Many of our paths have parted,
as we journey on,
each responding to the whispers of our soul.

I am a tapestry of moments,
woven together by the threads of my life’s components.
The sum of all your smiles,
your tears,
envies, desires,
shames and blames,
resentments, appreciations, admirations.  

All of it,
combined together
with the hint of your trust,
your joy, your fear,
your love.
All of it,
without a twine of doubt.

I am wrapped in the cloak,
woven by all of your strings.

Yet,
underneath that cloak I wear,
remains the untouchable, unclad,
timeless me.
The one wearing the cloak that soaked it all in.

Lightning may strike. 
Suddenly emerged from the shrouded azure hue.

To shake me, to wake me,
to ruffle my feathers,
reminding me of what truly matters.

Especially on days
when the cloak feels so dreadfully weary
and heavy to carry.
Like a beacon of much needed light,
sending a few wake-up shivers
up and down my spine.

Would I be here if it wasn’t for the love of some form?

Would there be anything or anyone in this glorious world,
if it wasn’t for the sacred binding force that holds us all together?

The sky alight with bolts of fire,
what secrets does the universe conspire?

A perfectly timed prompt,
reminding me to humble down,
to count my blessings,
to celebrate, appreciate the life I own.
I must respond.
Because I am the only one who knows.
The only one who can.  
With love, gratitude, fortitude, and grace.

If You Dare to Believe

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There is a source of immense power
that you have access to,
through yourself,
at any given moment in time.
But only if you dare to believe…

You need to find courage,
extend your trust that you can,
and you will.

How else could you have come this far in life?
Every single day.
Step by step, you believed that you could,
since the moment you took your very first step.

Perhaps you were lucky
to have been graced by the support
from those precious ones on your way.

A nudge, a wink,
a few encouraging words or a heartfelt hug.
It might have been a good friend,
who extended his or her strong belief that you can.
And you did!
Such is the force of love,
courage, true friendship, and trust—
They move mountains
inside out
when you dare to believe.

I know you can.
You know you can.
You did it before.
Therefore,
by the power of Grace,
you will do it again!

I would like to share a few thoughts I had while finishing this beautiful poem. It’s about courage.  
Courage cannot be fabricated. When in the presence of a person who lives a life of integrity and authenticity you will get a very special kind of sensation that moves you from within – a palpable , tangible experience that penetrates beyond mental precept. The air around such an individual is denser, for they radiate a special kind of charisma and stamina that sets them apart from the rest. They have achieved a very high level of integration and are pretty much consistently living a life of inner peace, harmony, content with what life presents and what they are able to manifest. Such is the power of the force of the Self. Being aware, living a fairly simple yet noble life, being of service, being grateful, forgiving, understanding, kind, wise, loose in opinions.
Live and let live, with an open mind and a soft heart.
It’s a new day, a new dawn and such is my insight of today.
May it be blessed.   

At Your Own Sweet Pace

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There is a certain kind of beauty
when you trust and follow your own pace.
Affording you an enticing life of harmony
not getting swayed away by the crazy race.

Often, there’s no need to rush
or try to get ahead of yourself only to crash.

By syncing with your own natural speed
and finding your rhythm,
you tune into your unique unfolding of time—
allowing yourself to listen, to explore fully;
to dive deeper into the source of your own voice;
to experience the grace as it unfolds
in its own pace,
just like the bud of a poet’s wife rose.

I do love the rush and excitement,
but not for the price of getting carried away.

Life is a balancing act.
Try to remember the equilibrium
in everything you do and choose to entertain.

Don’t get swayed away
for the sake of wanting to be among
the first few ahead of the game.
There can be a reaping reward at the end of the day,
but there’s also a burning price you may have to pay.
Unless, of course, that’s how you were born
and how you freely choose to play.

Either way,
keep your feet firmly rooted on the ground.
Get to know who you are.
Assess your values, your priorities,
your potentials, your most dearest needs and wants.

There will come a time
when your wings will carry you
with a light speed ahead of all those
who once rushed and lost their way
for the sake of fear of missing out,
only to be left behind.  

Find your own sweet pace.
Learn from Mother Nature.
Everything happens in perfect time and space.

Metamorphosis

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The old is coming to an end—
the ancient one gripping tight,
as if nothing else matters.

As the grip of the old tightens,
the new can sense the waning hour of its rustic power.
The old knows, as soon as it lets go,
it has to give its final blessing,
that bit we call farewell.

The splendid bull
is standing on the plateau,
faced towards the sun,
rising from horizon.

The first few rays spill into the ocean,
just before the sun is up, above the skyline.
That breathless moment,
when existence appears to be standing still…

The ancient and the new.
A mystery as aged as time.
What have I to learn from all that is passing by?

Decay, death, birth, a new start.

I give my gratitude to all that is fading away,
burning out, passing on its final emanating surge of power,
just before it’s time to give it up.

It’s time to give it up!
Your time, your rule, your reign is over.

An ocean of valuable lessons,
overflowing generosity,
kindness and good deeds…
All of it going towards new, fresh seeds.
It’s time to let go, graciously.

Out of the old roots grow the new shoots.
Come spring, watch the glory unfold in its full swing.  

Roaring fireplace, several soft cushions,
the sound of crackling firewood,
a copper flask of water and myself,
gazing towards the blazing fire
as it eats the wood away,
sending vital heat my way.

Holding my favorite pen, I etch
the final few pages of my fifth thick notebook of this year, 2022.

When the New Year starts,
I will pull out a fresh, new, sky blue one!

May the New Year be blessed
with infinite inspiration, joy, and strength
as we navigate through distinct moments:
joyful, challenging, struggling, healing,
messy, exiting, sad, hungry, happy.  
May we learn, may we grow and become
wiser, suppler, more caring, and stronger
as we bravely sail on.

Out of the gracious Old
comes the radiant New!

The ‘I’ of the Storm

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I move
Through any season;
pleasant summer time,
silver moonlit night,
cold stormy winter sigh.

I move into the storm,
frost biting through my skin,
I move as if I am the storm.

The wind sweeps the snow beneath my feet,
clearing the path ahead of me
making way
As if I am the way.
I am the wind, the storm, the snow.

As if I am the force of nature.
Your indispensable I.

Mother nature,
where is this road taking me now?
Where must I go?
What must I shed, what else is there to learn, to experience, to give, to know?

My joy is your joy.
My rage, my tears, my fire,
my strength… it all comes through you.

I know.
I do as you will.

I move, I walk, I run, I sing, I dance, I breath, I fight, I love, I swim, I cry, I fly through you.
As you do through me.

Until you let me go.
So ‘I’ can go back home.

🕸

What a difference a day makes, 24 little hours…. Time after time. <3

Nine Billion of Us

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Nine billion of us, drumming the same beat – together.
I chiseled out the following few verses for you, for me, for us all.

Let’s get this vibe right.
Gently close your eyes, breathe in and out.

Only this time, breathe through your heart.

If you feel the sudden twitch, it’s alright.
Take a deep sigh of relief – that’s a good start.

And so it begins…
My story is but one of billions of stories unfolding
in this moment of time. 
There are many common themes we share.
This one is about love and acceptance. 
It’s how it all begins,
with the sweet loving fragrance called life. 

Yet, I’m always seeking something more,
wondering: What am I here for? 
What have I got to give that can be lovingly received?
How can I best serve in this life?

Am I not enough the way I am?
The question – at times it feels intense.
Is it possible to feel too much?
So much, it sometimes drives me nuts…

We all come with a safety switch,
just like the fuse box comes with the home.
When the surge gets too strong,
the room will yield to the enveloping dark.

When it’s nighttime, it gets dark inside out.

I know that too well; I also switch off,
going from one extreme to nothing at all in my own magnetic field. 
Thank God for the impeccable heartbeat;
it knows how to drum on its own.

I closed the doors on countless dreams,
and shattered futures, or so it seems,  
out of worry, out of fear.
Worry and fear, a deadly weight,

can stop the flow, and seal our fate.

I need to let go of my compulsion to control,
being hesitant with the unfamiliar, the unknown.
The lasting imprints of past events
can make us fight or run away.

In the moment when I’m about to fade,
the lighting strikes…
I get an insight.

I recall that there’s a different, lighter way to take.
I can breathe through my heart,
and vibrate in a different way.
It’s not how I was programmed to respond,
it’s what I was truly meant to be.
If you know what I mean…
There’s a way to be.
I know it well; it’s always been there.

Light is right
and often, less is more.

I’ve always been grateful for guidance and words of wisdom,
but I no longer seek gurus to define my way. 
because I am ‘the way’.
The wisdom of ages is inherent in us all.
Through billions of us, it flows, when we open up
and trust the synchronous flow.

As I remember and hum these sacred words
every hour of my day, 
both fight and flight begin to fade away.
A kind, loving, receptive heart is what sets me free.

I thank you for hearing me out,
for receiving me,
with your open heart.
By being received, I’m able to give,
to feel and to heal.

I am not just an inept kid I was once thought to believe.
Each child holds treasures, precious and rare,
a heart that’s gentle, selfless, and fair,
a spirit that’s caring, kind, and true,
a gift to share, with me and with you.

There are 9 billion of us, drumming the same beat,
with 9 billion beautiful hearts, each moment, together,
humming the sacred tune.

A symphony of notes is more enchanting than their parts.
The union of souls, more powerful than each solitary heart.

And no matter how far on the highway I reach,
I’m always the same distance away from the ditch.