Posted in Mindfulness

Songs of kindness…

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Enrobed in crimson
her verse
touched the skies,
and all around her
was a chorus
of butterflies…
In the bleakest
when my sorrow
I stood in her shadow
and imbibed the details,
of her hallowed
as her blossoms overflowed,
in songs of kindness
I was saved
by her prose…


Posted in lockdown

Postcards from the seaside…

Dear Coronavirus
We only have halcyon memories of the summer before you came swimming to our shores, maybe more like flying in from the north. At first, some thought you were just a traveler’s disease and for a time we rested on our laurels.
But you woke us early one morning with your virulent temper and locked us up in our homes for weeks on end, hurriedly shutting-down our lives. You broke all news channels with your apocalyptic utterances, leaving devastation in your wake, as you made your way into our Cities, then from town to town and village to village. You finally spread yourself out along our deserted beaches, and we watched helplessly from a distance as bird-life returned, but humankind stayed away.
This year there were no squeals of happy children splashing in the surf, no families with overflowing picnic baskets and umbrellas traipsing across the hot sands…
Only fishermen were able to wade into warm waters and feel the heat of summer on their backs. Holiday makers journeyed home with no snapshots of beach parties or the magic of summer, still pale from indoor celebrations. New year festivities were just a sprinkle of distant laughter and restaurants felt a heave of emptiness as they closed their doors at 9pm.
Sadness is all around us now, you have imprinted us with fear and we will never forget how you tried to steal our joy!!
From a Seaside dweller.
P.S. Please go away and let us get back to being human again.  


Posted in daydreaming

Meet me there…

“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”― Rumi

Meet me at a place of love,
a reunion,
where hearts need no words to speak
and grace is measureless…

meet me where symphonies
revive us
from our dark obsessions.
where flower beds are gentle
and lands grow fertile with joy…

meet me where dance is everlasting
and our anthems are heard among the constellations
and time is just the word we use to capture
the images we can’t forget…

let us become the now moment of this celebration
and even when emotions are strained
and merged with pain
and terrible longing
meet me there
even in the desolate landscapes of sorrow
and I will bring my offerings as human as I am
deeply flawed
yet illuminated by the radiance of star-dust…

these Long stories that require presence,
these unfinished confessions
call for a meeting place
where we put the world on hold
and remember who we were
before the foundation of the earth!

Where the shores of tomorrow are unafraid and we only see through a butterfly’s eyes…


Posted in Love

The Absolute…

“Beyond the known, beyond the sung, beyond the tone, there is only one thing, the Absolute that is always present, the nameless that exists beyond the known as infinity.”
― Paul Selig, Beyond the Known: Realization: A Channeled Texts

It was so far from love
that we had fallen,
into oceans of collective fear,
drowning in foreboding, faith would not adhere,
and the light of love outshines, even the darkest of nights
in prayerful contemplation,
a reclamation of our sight,
transcendent beings arisen, holding back the tides
one in perfect union, existing beyond time…


Posted in Me in real life

Still on the journey..

“Love says ‘I am everything.’ Wisdom says ‘I am nothing.’ Between the two, my life flows.”― Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, I Am That

I always wanted to be someone-etched out in beauty and intelligence, written in stars.
To be noticed in the hallowed-hallways of time…
instead I wore the garments of suffering, eaten alive by failure,
I stumbled forward on an invisible journey, hemorrhaging fear, awakening in shadowlands, yet constantly occupied by mystical light, guided into atmospheres of imagination, soul symphonies, high octaves of love…

It was a gradual letting go, fingers finally unclenched, surrendering to the life that desired to play itself out, the slow-release of delinquent narrations.
I recognized the small-self, not in condemnatory overtones, but with love and forgiveness. I learned to observe the ravenous ego, that feasted on compliments, needing approval, craving to be known…requiring flattery to breathe!

Though I have spoken penance to my failures, rewriting the script, I think I may always suffer the voices of disapproval, as they rasp in the silence, their off-key rhetoric catching my breath, bringing me to a momentary halt…they are curves of learning!

On looking deeply into my reflection, the little girl appeared more balanced than the one I became…so I put aside any narration I had made up, or was told, and reminded myself that I have always been the breath of the Divine
and my only requirement is love…

I have attempted this balancing act between being nothing and being everything, and I am gently learning to flow in each direction…
and yet I am still in need of further instructions!


Posted in A tribute

For what is it to die?

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
― Kahlil Gibran

Fading with the sunset
she soared
into the skies,
not even a murmur
her breath rhapsodized…

and she left a sparkle
a trace here on earth,
a graceful recollection,
an elixir of mirth…

she rose again at dawn
in the most elegant of light
beckoned by the angles
her spirit took flight…

As she danced in the radiance of emerging tones,
the delight of many
fluently known…

from restless tides of suffering,
she was gently released,
as she supped at the table of a resplendent feast…


Posted in Love

sacred encounters…

in the breath of love, there’s a stillness of being
a fragrant acquaintance
of joy revealed…

there’s a softness on the edges of all our despair
coverings of grace
forgiving prayers…

there’s a meeting of mercy
kindness that connects
sacred encounters
we never forget…