Trickster
In the middle of battle in a moment of sweetness: ''My biggest power, says death, is that I don't exist.'' Let's salute this trickster. Read More »
Category: Poetry
29.01.2019
To the pauper, on his shawl ''weave not the untruth pauper, Strip! bare-chested, face the pain of death.'' to the naked pauper, death reveals a golden secret: Even thy pain is lent. Read More »
here we are
When he marked us 'round the sun it became Time. so now here we are... for time is the gift, the red carpet on which we dance, the field on which we're sown and sow. it sings, ''wake up! let's make it count, ...for my heart beats tick-tock for the Lover.'' … Read More »
Dream-notes that bring the Real close
A few passages on Love, Ananda and the new world by Sri Aurobindo and the Mother For there is, concealed behind individual love, obscured by its ignorant human figure, a mystery which the mind cannot seize, the mystery of the body of the Divine, the secret of a mystic form of the Infinite which we… Read More »
Happily Ever After
The days are turning like pages of a book. The story's called growth, and it stands for: Happily Ever After. Read More »
What it really is
He strokes my hair with sunlight and lays his palm before each step, so I may tread. When he whispers in my ear, the ocean dance begins, flowing waves of abundance. My heart is swelling from the pain of fullness and his smell in the air. There is much to say, but tonight I am… Read More »
About oceans
It's settled, its official, the ocean resides in my heart. My heart is its birthplace and it is the home of my heart. They're married together by an inseparable knot. Whether this makes sense, when it got to this, how I reached here, I have no idea. Because not many years have passed since it… Read More »
Whose kite is the sun?
Whose kite is the sun? Who fills the rosebud's red? Who drinks from the moon-jug and spills out the ocean? Who led my hands unchained, to join the white-winged free bird, laughing from above at the prison in the playground? Now they're busy lighting fires by a tent pitched in the stars for the face… Read More »
Ocean of Light
Never could I have dreamt of the Beauty of floating in an Ocean of Light enveloping gently all that I am But where it starts or ends is not skin or centre of sight which lends itself to the perception but merely is a contraption for the centreless centre the stuffless stuff The One… Read More »
A taste in the mouth
O unknowable land of familiar stories, your secrets concealed behind invisible masks for us to uncover. A teasing now and again, sparkles and glimpses that hide before they show. A taste in the mouth just enough to know there's nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. Lured by your mystery, holding in a wait… Read More »