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Saturday, July 24, 2010

Submergence

A glorious sort of joy pervades my being, could it be you Oh Lord, whose presence I feel.

Is that your whisper, so soft, that stills my mind and makes fragrant the boundless spaces of my soul.

Is that your touch, so gentle, that transforms my soul into a million shimmering butterflies taking off in exuberant euphoric flight.

Is that your love, so sublime, that resounds in every particle of my being and turns me into a laughingly playful exultant melody.

In that your embrace so tender, that melts me into a river of a countless sparkling stars and leaves me willingly flowing flowing flowing into nothingness......

Nostalgia



A thousand varied memories
form patterns in my mind
a quilt-work of my past,
bright here, worn-out there
and yet holding me
in a comforting embrace.
The present must wait
while I snuggle into the folds
of remembered moments,
scratch the tear of old hurts,
feel the bumps of disappointments.
As enticing the future is not
as the seductive clasp of old joys
recollected wistfully on a rainy day.
I know, I must put it away,
this warm, enfolding familiarity
that smudges and detracts from
the aliveness of the present.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Poems by Lila

Steps

Breathe deeply
for the ocean of life is eager for your participation
start to sink into the unknown depths
of the folds of your heart

Swim quickly
for the shores of experience await your arrival
start to bathe in the beauty
of self made creations

Rest soundly
for the journey called life is never ending
start to be aware of the moment
as it presents itself NOW

Author of this spiritual poetry ~ Lila Star

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Present

Slices of myself
find expression
in the rumble
of everyday noise

At times
To breathe
another breath
takes effort
of unknown proportions

Silence
to gather myself
is a commodity
that simply
does not exist
in any realm

Realisation
that movements
of this universe
are expressed
in the tiniest
particle of a cell
deep within my body
meandering on its path

always Here always Now


Author of this mystical poem ~ Lila Star

Monday, July 12, 2010

Oneness



You and I
what are we
but waves in the ocean,
we rise momentarily
and fall again
into the vast ocean.

You and I
what are we
but the immense ocean,
all waves contained
within us
rising and falling.

Into the void we dissolve
the ocean and the waves
the rising and the falling,
into the void we melt
where all is one
and the one is in all.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Irony

I seek tiny morsels of joy
in the world’s temporal pastures
like a bird pecks for grain
amongst dust,
while a universe of bliss
languishes unsought
right here within me
right now within reach.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

:)

Putting a smile on a child's face is the bestest feeling in the world :)












Friday, July 09, 2010

Hafiz poems

The earth would die if the sun stopped kissing her...



What we speak
becomes the house
we live in.
Who will want
to sleep in your bed
if the roof leaks
right above it?


Fear is the
cheapest room
in the house,
I would like
to see you living
in better conditions.


There is only one reason
we have followed God
into this world:
to encourage laughter,
freedom,
dance and love ....


God and I are rushing
from every corner of
existence,
needing to say
we are yours.


The sun never says
to the earth,
even after all this time
“you owe me”.


I once asked a bird
how is it that you
fly in this gravity
of darkness?
she responded,
love lifts me.


I should not make
any promises right now
but I know if you pray
somewhere in this world
something good
will happen.

-Hafiz

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky and Robert Bly

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Rain

by Hone Tuwhare, a New Zealand poet.

I can hear you
Making small holes
In the silence
Rain

If I were deaf
The pores of my skin
Would open to you
And shut

And I
Should know you
By the lick of you
If I were blind

The something
Special smell of you
When the sun cakes
The ground

The steady
Drum-roll sound
You make
When the wind drops

But if I
Should not hear
Smell or feel or see
You

You would still
Define me
Disperse me
Wash over me
Rain

- Hone Tuwhare

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Boldness has genius.....

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans.

The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.

- Johann Wolfgang Goethe