The river of Life

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

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The river of life flows abundantly,
dazzling my eyes.
Cascading through my interior,
springs in me arise.
I touch the surface perceptively,
and see my reflection in You.
The transparent shades of majesty,
an irresistible hue.
Streams of living water permeates,
the confluences of my mind.
I let go of all obsessing
and in grace I become enshrined.
As I plunge into sacred moments,
I’m immersed in love’s allure.
Allowing the  river to take me
so that fear becomes obscure.
It fills my empty spaces,
there is no beginning and no end.
A mysterious force of nature,
allowing me to transcend.

Little Birdie tales

“Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.”
Suzy Kassem
A little robin traversed my path of life
with a wordless message,
a look in his eyes.
Mesmerized by his beauty,
something beyond this earth,
a euphony of the morning,
he sang for all his worth!
I think he came to tell me that
Heaven can be found,
in life’s simple pleasures,
just to keep a look around!

Darkness Scatters

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being!”
Hafiz of Shiraz

darkness scattersThe joy of daybreak
when somber souls soar free,
from dark entrapment
in glorious reveries.

The gannets circle
above tempestuous waves.
Deep blue colliding
with gentle gossamer rays.

Soft zephyrs whisper
in rose colored entities.
Frenzied seagulls gather,
like vain celebrities.

When darkness scatters
and credence comes to life.
Echoes of liberation,
shorelines of delight.

Photography by D. Herman

Mindfulness Monday

“It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters,”
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations

monday meditationWaking on the wrong side of the bed,
declined by despair.
Living life in the fold of love,
on a wing and a prayer.
Counting every blessing
as dust falls from somber eyes.
Equanimity grows louder
leaden mood vaporized
Reaching out to the moment
and letting tranquility flow.
Shadows get subjugated,
I’m lit up by an inner glow.
Each waking moment on this planet
has severity of its own.
Looking around at transformed Earthlings,
I realize I’m not alone.

Color me in Sunlight

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

sunlightColor me in sunlight
radiant and alive.
Grow me into kindness
keep my hope revived.
Let Your fragrance melt away
all my bitterness,
that joy may stir me into
breathless eagerness.
Restore faith within me
so I may run to Your arms.
Extinguish my disquiet
and save me from life’s harm.

I will remain in Your presence
while You live in mine.
Sup at Your banquet table
in splendor I will dine.
When darkness does descend
on my sanctuary of tears,
turn it into compassion
so that praise is all I hear.
Grace flows extravagantly
into my lower form.
Surround me with Your glory
and quell each inner storm.

Just melt into the Sun

“For what is it to die but stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun!”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Trudge through death
and pass it by.
Not defined by dark but by inner light.
Shadows elude the folds of time
and come to rest on outer life.

Twisted paths in death’s domain,
and tangled webs weave foreboding tales

In golden daybreak life stands still
and tranquility is fed by fragile prayers.
Encumbrances may well up within
and stain corridors with tears.

Let fear be held forever
in a capsule of time,
so love’s intensity
will call your life

It’s love that banishes death’s torment
and transforms sacred earthlings.
When tearful pillows soaked in grief
find comfort through the hurting.

 Delirious dreams dispelled,
on silken threads
where Angels glow in heavenly repose.
A life absent of love,
is foreign to your soul.
Instead be found safe within
the battlements of love’s abode

When rest is found
within your being
and deep content.
Fly heavenward,
to days that have no end.
Great love will envelope you
and graciousness
that’s heaven sent.


Winter beckons

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The mornings are quite frosty,
the nights are getting long.
An oblique sun is shining,
cold winds have joined the throng.

The leaves are falling bravely
from tall majestic trees.
Birds are chattering madly,
undaunted by crisp breeze.

I’ve rummaged through my closet
for all my warmer clothes.
I really dread mid-winter
when Antarctic wind blows.

I grew up in the tropics
where winters don’t persist.
Though I do love autumn colours
and playful morning mists.