The Rising Mouse and the AI Swoon

Wholehearted Mouse

The following double-layered cake like story started off with a sweet, simple rhyme about the fully-fledged mouse, which then decided to spill over towards the spirit of AI with its romantic swoon. Here is how…  

… I have met many people who told me they dread the work they do and despite all, they choose to endure it all. Regardless of all the repetitive, unrewarding tasks their job entails.

Now – I think that with the rise of AI we have reached a point when we have a chance to hand over the dread that can release us from such drudgery and allow more time and space to explore and find out what it is we truly enjoy doing. What a boon – in every possible conceivable way.  

And if you sense fear rising within you, when thinking about the AI, I would suggest not to fall for that fear. This fear is no different than any other change-related fear life throws at our feet.  I believe that any non-existential fear holds the key to unlocks the possibly dormant potential within each of us.

The greater the fear the bigger the potential of your ally – I call him/her ‘the sleeping giant or the seeping giantess – if you prefer’.  

That is why I love to hurkle-darkle – that means to lounge in my bed long after it’s time to get up. Though I am properly awake, I allow the soft, gentle transition of synching up with my mighty spirit so that we may rise together with joint forces and dance throughout another day filled with gratitude and wonder.

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My Trusting Self

Two Girls sitting by the Ocean

Such magnificence by the ocean,
So much aliveness in togetherness of folding and unfolding.
From my heart to your heart.
Longing – Yes, I too am longing.

My heart is swelling as I fly between two corners of the world,
Filled with all your blessings.
They carry me home – from your home to my home.
I carry you home with every beat of my heart.

My heart beats with your heart wrapped in a cozy warm blanket.
I savour the precious, the sacred, the magic.  

My muse, my source of inspiration!
Yes, you are my elevation.

I move with you on a dance floor, together and apart.
I hold your essence; I hold it closest to my heart.

I fold towards my heart like the petals of a rose fold in at night.
Oh, the sweet fragrance of your hearts.
I close my eyes, my body sways.
I move, I am moved inside out,
together and apart.

Couplet’s Glow

The seed, the flower and the fruit


trust is a liberating force.
lack of trust keeps me away
from following the ways of the heart.


being stuck is a reflection of what goes on inside.
there’s no need to pretend,
when creative juices stop to flow,
even pooping takes a blow.


the precious state of mind,
showing where I am,
what I need to see, accept, chew through before I’m able to move on.


only love can move me from within,
wanting me to carry on
where heart whispers me to go.

courage and will

the unassailable force of the heart, the body and the mind,
the move, the view, the thought, the feel.


from the top of the hill,
the ocean shore,
the meadow green,
or my office throne.


to the world and the people,
the loved ones,
the harmony and chaos,
the mother and the sun,
the song and the trees,
the flowing waters,
to life.


from the seed, to a flower, 
from a flower to a fruit, 
from a fruit to the seed.


the journey is the flow,
it’s that simple,
you do know.

Fireflies & Sweet Cherries

Dancer, Cherry Tree and Fireflies

Spring bids us goodbye… when midnight strikes it’s summer time! 

Poets in the Night,
dancing through the day.
The music lifts me up,
my body sways, feet lead the way.

The rhythm of the rhyme
The rising of the dawn;
she sets the pace, the vibe, 
I move, I get into the groove.

The offspring squeaks at midnight, 
the egg of summer cracks,
days lean towards the dimmer half,
we move, slide through, 
unfettered, devoid of getting stuck.

Fireflies glow bright in summer night,
the rising of the sun, 
you make my day, 
you set the tone.

The spirit of the open heart,
beckons me to step outside,
to touch the grass,
to dance, to sing, to interplay,
to feel the joy, to thrive.  

Sweet summertime romance,
Let’s dance! 


Trust ~ The Opus Magnum 

Honey and Roses - The girl with a rose

Trust is a fine tuned dance.
Similar frequencies of soul formations are drawn
into a soft, gentle, fluid embrace. 

Shadows of the past grow faint;
Doubt’s grip weakens,
Me – coming to know myself,
You – coming to know yourself;
The balance can no longer be shaken,
or broken by the worldly events.  

Trust is the warp and the weft,
the rhythm and the rhyme,
The resonance of synchronous hearts,
emanating harmonies,
empowering people’s lives.

Purer, truer, transcending space and time.
The scent of fear and doubt
are but a faint memories of a distant life.

I hold the power to transform what I touch;
You lift me up toward the place you cannot go when on your own,
I open your eyes, your heart in ways I cannot reach my self alone.
Together, we transcend the ways of the old, 
untangling ancestral ties.

So much bliss, when we find ourselves adorned with grace.
Elevated by the mystical experience, lovingly embraced…  
Day by day, aligned, blessed with breakthroughs and potent insights.
No trouble or toil of the shadow world can reclaim our flight.

Such wonderous dance;
Infused with honey & roses;
Sweet like the the song of the happiest child.

Let your spirit soar high! 
One to One with the Eagle’s eye.

I smile. 
Grateful for handing over the key to unlock the passage of trust; 
The ready path for open minds and tender hearts. 


To a 10-Year-Old Me

Father and Daughter walking in the forest

To my Father;
I hope you found your peace.
(May 6, 1941 – May 30, 1988)

I’m walking down memory lane…  
I see the classroom full of familiar little faces;
Lively voices bouncing off the vibrant walls.
The scent of lilac and lime tree blossoms perfuming the air.
Old memories appear,
As I vividly remember my early school day years.
Always eager – yet no matter how hard I tried,
I never made it among the first few shining stars.

Just good enough, but never the best.
The very moment I let go and submitted the test,
all the solutions suddenly appeared, easy and clear.
At a point when it was too late to make any change.

Those were my school day years.
Nettlesome demeanor, messy hair, and lack of flair. 

Until my fourth grade – unsure how or why –
it was one of those unusual,
‘out of the blue moments in time’.

That was the year when I thought.
the Universe danced, spinning ’round my head!
Elected president of the year,
graduating as an A student at last.
For the very first and the last time.
So proud!

I wanted to make you feel proud of
what I considered to be the very best version of me.
 Yet, before the 4th school year came to an end,
before I could bring you the accolade,
your body lay cold, in the earth’s embrace, descend. 

I tried so hard, but the forces were misaligned,
Fate did not allow me to make you feel proud
of your sweet 10-year-old victory girl.
If only I had a magic wand.

With love to my father
short-tempered, short-lived.
Left behind was a dissolving clan of four;
a young, wounded widow & a mother,
two teenage brothers,
a lost little girl,
many broken hearts
and shattered dreams.

Plentiful legacy of blessings and shadows contained.
Ancestral toil woven deep, ingrained.
Inheritance of labor, secrets unfurled,
Enduring echoes, long outlast your departure from this world.

Our faces have changed,
our voices have softened,
and each spring’s been full of fragrant blossoms.

I am proud of how far we have come,
all that we have done,
and all we have become.

Water Flows on Fire

Water on Fire

Learning to surrender;
Calling forth the space and time to contemplate,
to comprehend.

I heard you say the other day: “Do not fight with life; love your life.”
Challenging my thoughts, your wisdom echoes far and wide.

“What kind of a day are you inviting in your life,
when you open the door of your home, of your car, of your heart,
as if marching into a battlefield’s strife,
unmindful of the gentle currents, of the graceful flow?

Going against the grain with your words, attitudes, behaviors,
causing unnecessary struggle and pain.
To others, to yourself.”

“Remind yourself that grinding your teeth is a costly affair.”

“Can you learn to accept,
to welcome events as they choose to evolve,
with all the wisdom they present,
knowing you are always in God’s hands?”

You know it too well –
some plans work out, some change,
some others simply need more time.

Snowdrops bloom in early spring;
Sunflowers feed the bees until the winter’s seize.

I am a witness,
learning when to paddle,
when not to meddle,
when to simply let go and surrender to the flow.
Sometimes to the unexpected, to the unknown.
Accepting, to be blessed,
by the magical synchronicity of fractals – at its best.

After all, what is time,
if not my greatest ally,
my faithful friend,
inviting me to embrace new possibilities,
to taste, to dance,
to revel in the abundance of different realities. 

To create synergies, to explore.
Learning to trust, to surrender. 
Knowing that I can.
Knowing I am held by Grace.

Pausing in the stillness of the eddy,
while the flames are burning,
while the water’s churning the elixir that fuels my inner fire.

Unveiling the Art of Surrender –
a gateway towards the state of inner peace.
The waters keep on flowing,
her blazing flames forever glowing.

Smile, Life is Good

Humming bird drinking the nectar of a flower

For if the words and sentiments I am able to convey – in such a way –
that it tickles you with the sweetest sensation pulsing through your heart,
a heart of another fellow woman or a man, 
than I’m grateful even more, 
for the minutes of the day have indeed been spent well.

And I – I know I have lived a more loving and fulfilling day. 

Have a glorious day! 
Folding and unfolding in all sorts of wonderful ways. 

Meet Me Where I Am

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,
a few days, a few miles away from sacred place
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
heart to heart.

Perceive to Receive

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.