Here and now
‘To Black River, Black Rock & Red Flow-er’
May I be…
Soft and fluid like water,
Strong and solid as a rock,
A blessing, like a flower.
Open, like the sky,
Generous and warm, like the Sun,
Playful, like the wind.
Curious, always curious,
like a little green river frog.
And may I always know,
that I am a part of the flow.
And so it is.
“Who am I?”
Asked the image in the mirror.
I stood there,…
watching.
Wink wink.
The passing by of changing clouds.
I took another sip of air.
I smiled and she was there;
Smiling back.
“You and I,
we are the same.
What you see is what you are.
Every mirror is your guide.
Everyone is who you are.”
If that is true,
there is no You.
While all along
I thoroughly enjoyed
the game of Two.
I know that You know,
that however You respond to events in life
is entirely your choice.
You want to play a victim. That’s ok.
You want to be free of drama. That’s ok.
We’re all in this together.
When you choose to be free,
we all have a better time.
More fun, opportunities to play,
connect, grow, discover, overcome and
share the moments to remember!
The choice is mine.
The choice is yours.
The choice is his.
The choice is hers.
There is no right or wrong.
No shame, no blame.
The freedom of choice always remains.
To enjoy life together and apart.
To experience the pleasure as I overcome the struggles,
To live a meaningful life,
whatever meaning means to me.
Enjoyment, Pleasure and Meaning
I’m grateful for the Healing Power of a Triple Flame.
Blink your eyes…
Breath in and awaken all your bodily sense perceptions.
Now imagine being lovingly kissed a thousand times.
And a thousand more.
Just like the power of radiant sun rays,
reflected through each and every living form,
opening up to receive the morning blessings,
may you too be blessed,
as you open up to receive
the effulgent beauty through your most beautiful,
loving, dreamy eyes.
Feel it, receive it, love it,
and shower your heart’s blessings to everyone & everything around you,
as if there was no tomorrow.🌹🍯💞🙏🏼
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.
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 old 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 notebook of this twilight year.
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!
Whatever happens in this world,
in my life,
to live by my heart, I try—
by holding on to my favorite pen
and a sheet of paper,
my landing place for inspiration.
I offer that to you, to the world
without any hesitation.
While my creative blood’s on fire,
here… take it, drink, quench your thirst,
your heart’s desire.
Drink deep the cup of life divine,
imbibe each word and every sign,
till every fiber of your being glows,
and every breath feels like a prose.
Such bliss, swimming with the flow…
We are of a different kind, yet
you remain my muse,
the one that sets me free…
So drink and be merry!
May your life be richer
for this verse I offer here to thee.
Never have I found such strength,
to tease out each and every thought
out of the unknown into the world.
Writing is my dopamine-fueled hike,
a fix for my incurable romantic heart,
both my ebb and my flow.
And I softly sway between them all…
I wonder, do I seek a way to set myself free
from the ocean of bliss and misery?
My favorite pen,
will you help me,
show me the way as I sail through?
Can you? Will you?
I know you can. I know you will.
“Enough, you have made a fool of yourself,”
mind whispers.
“Silly girl, with her head in the clouds,
wandering in fairyland, round and round.
Come back to the ground.”
Where is this coming from?
Who am I? Who are you?
Who are we to each other?
This story has no end.
This tale is beyond my time.
I thank you for each
and every breath of inspiration,
guiding me deeper into contemplation.
Such fun!
I never know when
or where my next golden nugget is coming from!
All I need to know is
it’s mine to share with you.
Such gifts are mine to give,
freely,
to whomever I so will.
I choose and give it all to you.
Through me—if it resonates—
it flows to you,
and on and on it flows to someone else,
as far and as wide as it wants.
Softly, let it flow.
Full circle is always complete,
in love, in bliss, in pain, or misery.
Two moments are never the same.
Choose wisely what you do, think, write, or say.
The sum of its parts is always greater
than the parts when taken separately.
Togetherness is stronger when expressed as oneness—
when love is there,
when joy is the glue.
Or else… well,
your heart can surely tell
if what you perceive is true.
I am not small or insignificant.
I am as large and as relevant as Life itself.
I am Life.
In life, there is no such thing as comparison.
In life, everything is Life—
Big or small,
single or multicellular organism,
there is no separation between
different representations of Life.
You are the living proof.
Mind is what mind does.
Mind is an innocent child.
It likes to play games.
It likes to find different venues,
in endless ways.
Mind is entirely in your capable hands,
once you become ripe enough to become more aware.
Awareness is like the perfectly ripe fruit
of Mother Nature and Baba Sun.
Each of us nurtures that fruit,
that nimble child of ours.
Each of us in our own unique way and time
are just like fruits ripening in nature.
It’s that simple.
I love the scent of sun kissed berries,
their vibrant crimson hue,
infused with solar might,
bursting with sweetness!
Packed with delight!
It tastes unlike any other fruit
I have ever picked directly off the plant
and delightfully packed into my mouth.
Eyes closed.
Perfection when it all comes together,
as it should,
as it was meant to be.
Mother Nature’s patient hand
gently guides the ripening of every fruit.
Ideal fruition can neither be forced,
nor hurried with haste.
Only the sun-ripened fruit reveals its true glory,
just like your own, one-of-a-kind life story.
Memories of such perfect moments are forever stored.
For though life may offer sour fruit along the way,
the sun-ripened strawberry
is a moment to savour and stay.
When life grows tough,
close your eyes and imagine
that delightful, perfect strawberry moment in your life.
Never underestimate the power of your mighty mind.
Treasure every moment life bestows,
don’t hold on too tight or take others for granted,
each one’s a precious jewel, not to be slanted.
Each of us embodies an equally significant part
of one permeating Life Force.
Don’t ever be fooled by misleading beliefs
or dogmas indicating otherwise.
Your every breath, each heartbeat
is your greatest guide showing you that you are Life itself.
Nuances are here to be celebrated—
varieties make our life experience more diverse
and elevated.
Let’s celebrate Life!
Cherish all Life with reverence and awe.
Life is a precious gift to safeguard and revere,
a treasure trove of moments to hold dear.
Every bit matters.
You are Life.
Life is You.
You matter.
Life matters.
Rationally, we all know and understand that not all things in life carry equal weight and importance.
Yet, when we zoom in – we behave like emotional bin bags – we easily get sidetracked, depending on different life situations. We do that entirely by ourselves to ourselves. Sure, the stimulus comes from the outside, but it’s us who receive it, process it, and act or react upon it.
You think, you believe, you convince yourself that you like something – and that this ‘something’ you like is good for you.
Yet, when we’re not very conscious about the choices we make, most of the things we like are actually not that good for us.
Reflect upon it for a moment. You go crazy after ice-cream, chocolate, cookies, pizzas, burgers, fries. You forget how many hours have passed since you plugged into Netflix. You start popping cannabis gummies day in day out, staying up late at night. You get accustomed behaving in a certain way, staying in a relationship that doesn’t serve anyone well. You go on a spending spree, buying things you don’t really need.
I’m not saying ice-cream is bad, full stop – as long as you’re aware, conscious of your choices, you’re fine. When you manage to do, whatever it is that you do in moderation, it’s ok. But can you? Can you brace yourself from ‘just a bit more, a bit longer, one more bite, one more try, a bit faster’, and say no thanks, I had enough.
What is good for you? How do you know? Have you learned by now, what supports you in life and what not?
All the stories that you accept or create, they dwell and operate inside your head, inside your mind. It’s all in there – already thought of by billions of minds at any given second, over eons of time.
Make sure to differentiate and know what goes in and on inside your mind! Who is thinking those thoughts, what you are thinking about, and above all, what do you do about those thoughts. The way you choose to churn them out. Learn to watch, to hold the pause, to reflect, not to react, to have that conversation with yourself, learn to respond.
There’s all that and there is the void.
Your own void that you keep on feeding with all sorts of information, thoughts, beliefs, hopes that can suddenly come to an end. You know what it feels like, when you lose someone precious in life, and only realize what you’ve had when they’re gone? That moment in life you feel the emptiness that was not there before. At first, the emptiness feels unknown. It was absent for a while – hence you became unaccustomed to what living with emptiness feels like.
Emptiness feels vast, grand, magnificent, scary, unknown, uncomfortable, unpredictable.
Emptiness prefers to remain as it is. A black hole into which all matter disappears, out of which new life is born. The void has to remain void.
Yet, we try our best to fill it up, to cover it up so we can avoid facing the void – we a+void witnessing our own origin.
Try not to continue with endless ‘must fill it up with noise and activities’ – because that hunger never ends. You’ll get sidetracked; your focus will easily get consumed, absorbed by the traffic you continue creating – by yourself. It’s how we forget the reason why we have chosen to come here in the first place.
It’s OK to feel uncomfortable with the unknown.
Empty the mind,
empty your heart,
whatever comes,
let it come,
whatever goes,
let it go.
Don’t try to hold on to anything – in fact – accept that you can’t hold on to anything, not even your life. Life experiences will present you exactly what you need, when you need it in the most perfect, synchronous way. Magic happens every day, be rest assure of that. This is not about being passive; on the contrary, one has to stay constantly aware in order to respond to what life presents and do the best they can. Stay soft, perceptive, attentive, so you can move swiftly. Like the weeping willow’s branches swaying in the wind. Dancing to the music, ever so gracefully, without resistance, yet, filled with stability and inner force. Knowing that your trunk – your spine is solid and your roots – your origin runs deep.
“Be Water, My Friend.
Empty your mind.
Be formless, shapeless, like water.
You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup.
You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. (Bruce Lee)‘
History repeats itself; it’s happening all the time, most of it has already happened before – hence, learn to become an observer, a watcher. Learn to step out of the repetitive cycle. Learn to see the life events, people, their intentions for what they are – not for what you want them, like them or even fear them to be.
From that standpoint make a conscious decision of what you want next – based on your needs, wants, heartfelt desires that are supportive of your life journey and don’t harm others. Remain cool like a cucumber. Like a seasoned gambler: ‘you gotta know when to hold’em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run! You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table. There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.’ (The Gambler, Kenny Rogers)
My life experiences have brought me here, where I am right now. Your life experiences have brought you here, where you are, right now. Present, switched on, and fully aware. And thus we stand. Here we meet, we share what we can share. Plenty of human experiences, passing thoughts, knowing who we are, heart full of gratitude, peace of mind, soul strength, sense of freedom. One step, one breath, one heartbeat at a time. Fullness and the void. There is more that connects us than what sets us apart. Yes… I do like that thought.
Everything is as it is – perfect or imperfectly perfect. Including the vast, expanding emptiness that stretches my limited understanding of what it means to be perfectly at peace & free.
‘Sunyata’
It’s okay to feel uncomfortable with the unknown.
Empty the mind,
empty your heart.
Whatever comes,
let it come.
Whatever goes,
let it go.
“Be Water, My Friend.
Empty your mind.
Be formless, shapeless, like water.
You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup.
You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle.”
-Bruce Lee
‘Sunyata’
Emptiness – bubble bursts into thin air.
The sound arises from the void,
the self emerges out of the hollow,
The self returns into nothingness.
There is a space in my heart that connects me to emptiness,
to remind me of all that I am and all that I am not.
With that in mind, I begin reclaiming my soul power.
Without it, I am not.
I draw my inspiration out of nothingness.
My love emerges from emptiness.
It comes and goes back to where it begun.
We come on behalf of emptiness,
We disappear on behalf of blankness.
Emptiness occupies the space when we are not yet and no longer here.
Unknowable, unpredictable… I sense the unease.
Beautiful, enriching, soul-nourishing emptiness.
I know you, I honor you, your grandiose emptiness.
Sunyata
The black pen starts to sing,
and I begin to write
a song yet to be sung,
a song unheard by any ears but mine.
Teasing out my thoughts,
it makes me smile.
I never noticed how smooth and graceful is your flow.
Forgive me, I did not know.
The silver pen in blazing fire,
fading my desire.
Sweet are your words,
yet you slack in your actions.
Don’t grumble; be grateful, more humble!
Let go of certain expectations,
loosen up, reset,
and drop your idea of perfection!
Illusion is strong;
The spell is quite binding,
but no earthly attraction could keep me from finding
the truth you were hiding.
The silver pen in blazing fire,
smoke arises,
higher, higher!
All-consumed is my desire.
The nib is bent
beyond repair
and the ink that spills no more is spent.
I smile…
Life lessons of a different, peculiar digression
take me on a ride that I willingly accept.
A part of me I no longer hide;
The wholeness comes with all its parts.
Fleeting memories of a little girl
who once took fancy fairy tale…
It all begins to fade away.
The prince, the frog, the whole charade.
I gaze towards the sky,
the stars so perfectly aligned.
I hear the ocean in my veins,
I feel the coming waves
sweeping me away.
The tide has reached its height;
I can no longer linger, stay behind.
The bond is strong,
the calling of the heart
more powerful than any sound.
I don’t look back towards the shore.
My gaze steadfast towards horizon,
I break the spell.
My breath, my inner fire, my heartbeat.
My dear chaitanya1, unconsumed, pure, free, everlasting.
In my heart,
I reignite the flame
that keeps me present,
sound and sane.
On this fateful, cloudy night,
I’m pulling out this stream of thoughts
with my good old black magic guide.
And that’s it for now…
Because no matter which one pen choose or when—
black, silver, or white,
purple, yellow, red, or any shades of grey—
it’s ok, as long as I don’t lose my way.
I thank you, I thank you, I thank you!
I thank you for always being here for me.
I thank you for showing me the way
to be , to be, to be.
1. Chaitanya (Sanskrit: चैतन्य): awareness, consciousness, conscious self, intelligence, or pure consciousness.
