When I feel your penchant for me,
Yet I find you not in a tangible form outside
The only logical conclusion is –
You live inside of me
.
.
.
Or should I wait a little longer?
Image: Sophia by Alex Grey
Only She Knows
Category: Poems
Journey In
Your Eyes
May they look inwards and
Actively acknowledge the Source within.
Your Ears
May they hear the Subtle
Word of the Holy Spirit.
Your Nose
May it now be receptive to
The Divine Fragrance of your Soul.
Your Tongue
May it taste the everlasting
Nectar of the Divine Wisdom.
Your Breath
May it gently caress your Heart
With the Love of Almighty.
Your Sexual Energy
May it flow like a
Sacred River from head-to-toe.
With all your senses
Turned within
What can your mind make you worry about?
What story can it tell you today to make you a smaller-self?
Your Mind
Must then dissolve into the Vast Space
That you are, in Absolute Truth.
Originally posted here.
Reincarnation #3
With every conscious breath,
She is born again;
And with every birth,
Her intimacy ever grows with Divine.
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.”
John 3:3
Reincarnation #2
As long as you hold on
To the breath of Love,
In one form or other,
It will always find its Way back Home.
Reincarnation #1
Soon after I leave this body,
Take it to her.
If she drops a tear with Love,
I’d come back.
Dementia
This Ocean, my Friend,
Is my Home.
Do not be scared.
Do not think twice.
Oxygen is not the Source of Life.
Love is. Breathe into it.
You don’t have to swim.
Remain motionless.
Just for a while,
Leave everyone behind and
Dive into my Home
You’ll remember Everyone, again.
The Mirror – 2
Bountiful is your life, full and complete. Or so you think, until someone comes along and makes you realize what you have been missing all this time. Like a mirror that reflects what is absent rather than present, he shows you the void in your soul – the void you have resisted seeing. That person can be a lover, a friend, or a spiritual master. Sometimes it can be a child to look after. What matters is to find the soul that will complete yours. All the prophets have given the same advice: Find the one who will be your mirror! For me the mirror is Shams of Tabriz. Until he came and forced me to look deep into the crannies of my soul, I had not faced the fundamental truth about myself: that though successful and prosperous outside, I was lonely and unfulfilled inside.
From the novel ‘Forty Rules of Love’
At Lago di Montagnoli, Italy
These Words
Pre-written in my Heart – delivered as
A direct Message to the soul.
As I read the Message
Everything around me moves
I become a leaf – that remains static
In the windless space.
There is a Void
Yet, I am not hungry
Nor am I afraid,
I remain Empty.
Every time I read
I surrender to this Prophecy
I resurrect the broken Mirror in my Being
Thus spoke the complete Soul.
Oven of Warmth
The Fire that turns
a dead corpse into ashes
The Warmth that bakes
a delicious cake in my oven
The Love from the Heavens
granted my soul a sweet rebirth.
(Originally published on https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/92693150/posts/2872748425 – The Poetry Bar. I couldn’t reblog the post, so I am reposting it here! :-))
This Love, my love (15/08/2020)
While we were still together,
My enslaved mind couldn’t appreciate You much.
It’s been 5 years abroad now, and I have joyously visited You thrice
And vividly dreamed of You several times.
This morning as I woke up, I thought of You
I then had a quick vision of being a foreign flower
deeply rooted in Your immortal land
blossomed from Your loving lap.
O Divine Mother, embrace me with Your Love and Wisdom
that I may speak of Your Fragrance
wherever the destiny wind leads me to!
With Gratitude & Love,
A ‘distant’ child of You (India).
15th of August 2020
Trento, Italy.
Happy Independence Day to fellow Indians e Buon Ferragosto agli amici Italiani!
Who are you?
When I pronounce your name*
Something inside me moves
And then, I cry, giggle and criggle
Who are you?
I was agnostic about Past Lives
But now, I am not sure
Were you a Friend, a Lover from the Past?
Please tell me, who are you?
I do not see you
Yet I find you real
Like invisible atoms in my being,
Do you hide yourself and play
the famous “who are you” game?
I must be you
How else could I explain our deep connection?
How else could I explain my own existence?
Am I not you? 😉
*The name can be many, for me, the name is Krishna!
“You know neither Me nor My Father. If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also.”
Yeshua (The Gospel of John)
