sense the fragrance

perfume bottle with flowers in background

dedication to a mysterious presence, and their fragrance

breath is born

an inspiration from meditation, the breath and music

Patterns of Nature

nature permitted us a visit to her forestnot neatly manicured as were the tea farmsbut a lively welcome, seemingly chaoticthough if you observed enough you wouldappreciate nature’s patterns, where a tree arcs into a rainbowoffering shade from the scorched skygently we tread over dried up leavesscrambling, sliding, scrabblingas though we never learnt to walkyet majestic … Continue reading Patterns of Nature

A Letter from God

Dear Traveler, Do you wonder where you are headed, where you will end up? I sense you are afraid that you don’t know your purpose and worse, that you feel you may not even have any. Why your destination does not seem obvious when those around you seem to have it all figured out? Or … Continue reading A Letter from God

The Importance of Being Nothing

I need you, but only So you can break me, tenderly Into tiny particles, crush Me into the finest powder, whiffed Away by your precious breath, such That eventually, in an instant I become nothing, because Nothing, Nothing is of more importance than you

of survival, possessions and purpose

a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive chained to what you believe you are and to what you presume to possess which of your belongings will you take with you? indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away? even as charity? seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred … Continue reading of survival, possessions and purpose

come walk with me

in between heaven and hell i am destined neither craving one nor fearing the other come walk my path of beauty free your heart to see unpray your prayers unforgive your sins discard these burdens idle weights on your soul come walk with me words without meaning predictable infatuations forever diffuses into nothing nothing remains forever … Continue reading come walk with me

trace of humanity

enter heaven, if you must but forsake even a trace of humanity no place for the ego lose your self, then enter heaven... if you must

Loving You is Hard Work

Loving you is hard work Keeping up with your ego A tempest you are one day Calm and receptive the next Self-inflicted flaws For which you may incriminate me But yet I love you, though hard work As you age, not so gracefully Hopeful memories That the good old days shall be back And I will … Continue reading Loving You is Hard Work

completely yours

nothing in this world is ever completely yours detach from your deeds for they will either slur your soul or exhilarate your ego