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.

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.  

Unto ThySelf

Man sitting by the river

A new day is setting in.
I wake up to begin,
to catch the magic in-between,
before I join the mainstream.

Stillness is arising from within,
the hum reverberating deep inside my head.
I focus on my breath—
No, I am not mad.

What keeps me here?

I wonder.
Why on Earth have I become to be?
I ponder.

Who am I?
No more thoughts, all words reside.
The soothing sound starts resonating deep inside.

I fill my lungs with fresh morning air.
I have the privilege, so I can.
Thank you for this gift called life,
despite the pressure of the Kali Yuga1 time.

We all arrive with assorted blessings,
accompanied by eclectic weighings,
plentiful aspirations painting each and every canvas.

The unfulfilled desires that we brought to this world,
the newly forged ones
to keep us entertained…
I do wonder, are we all a bit insane?
How long can we keep up this game?

What happens when all your desires get exhausted,
when they disappear?
When the joie de vivre2 loses its mystical appeal?

At last, will I be able to surrender,
to become your Luciferus,
your Phosphorus,
your light bearer?
Offering myself unto you,
serving you without question,
no expectations,
without resistance,
zero interference…

Will I? Can I?

My path is no longer a question of choice.
My journey is your journey—
a journey of surrender unto you.
As I bow before you,
I prostrate myself.
I give myself to you.
I lose MySelf
unto ThySelf.

Tears cleanse from within
and I hold on to the eternal hum.

My truth is your truth,
and I shall walk this path as long as it may take,
shining light upon you
as long as fire burns inside me—
as long as you will have me,
as long as you will hold me, guide me.

1. “Joie de vivre“(French):  joy of living or enjoyment of life.
2. Kali Yuga (Sanskrit कलियुग): the age of darkness or the age of quarrel and hypocrisy.