Secret of life

You are the nectar of my life.
Bringing sweetness where there’s strife.

Through your breath my love grows.
Like a long stem of red red rose.

Language of love is silent and still.
Listen closely if you will.

Tongue can’t tell Heart can’t disguise
the brilliant light shining from your eyes.

Rhythmic waves of sincerity.
Rise to reach divine clarity.

Secret of life is deep one.
Searching for that moon and sun.

I don’t know

Who are you? I don’t know.
Who am I you don’t know.
Don’t try to know who we are!
Just continue to go…..
Don’t be fast don’t be slow
Follow your own flow.

Love’s flower life‘s a tree
Throw your thorns to be free.
Who is good? who is god?
Who is real? Who’s a fraud?
Heart’s heat, Mountain’s snow,
a drop of words, tear’s that blow.

Everyone has a deep mystery
Why do you cry for history?
Don’t worry dear be happy
Lift thyself from sorrow’s sea,
Please don’t wait for tomorrow
Who knows how long is life’s show.

Divine rain

I have capacity to hold my pain.
Sincere heart, but not smart brain.
Life is topsy turvy like Himalayan
To climb it’s not so easy, smooth or plain.

To love means to lose all
To never again gain,
So don’t think, feel it
It is divine rain.

Sun and moon are wheels of time.
Creating movement in moments prime,
For day and night is not good rhyme
Yet to rise and set join Deep-one’s chain.

Spirit of Love

Oh my Great Spirit why are you so high?
To reach you, to touch you many times I try.

So many times I try to reach you, to fly
But I cannot fly, so my heart begins to cry.

I climb the steps up to you 6 upon 20,
Covering great distances, and still there is plenty.

My eyes have no power, to see your whole size.
To comprehend your vastness, I am just not that wise

Oh more wonderful wonder, creator from above.
You are my all, my everything! Eternal Spirit of Love.

upholding you, is my goal

I was so comfort full for you as an old shoe.
You weren’t afraid if I got stolen or ruined.
Didn’t matter if I had on me mud, dust or dew.
You had banged me hard all the time & attuned.

On your own foot there is always my tongue
You had stretched it daily and tied tight with lace.
I felt sophisticated, wet internally, unheard & unsung.
To sing my tragic song where do I go with this face?

I am so deep from inside, on my high hill,
I will carry you correctly if you will fill me in.
I don’t have any shiny polish or to refill
The cranky cracks of my rough and tough skin
I need the touch of love to heal my sole.
I’m still beneath you as a shoe upholding you, is my goal.

adore you love Always!

There are tears, but not from fears at all.
Insensible appearance of love wet eyes.
Oh mystic being! Try to hide, don’t let them fall
On your cheeks, these pearls are beyond any price.

I know that you want to meet and touch thy feet
Everything that you think you have,
Offering to thee as a divine greet.
In the church with love you filled the nave.

Accomplished with love’s rhythmic beat
Your pure deepest heart’s song,
Resonating angel’s heart, so lovely so sweet
Congregation repeats with devotion all along.
To prolong this unique song purely deep one prays.
With wet rosy cheeks adore you love Always!

step back to the start.

When your back becomes heavy, the strain too much.
Dig deep inside, feel the stillness you have the support.
Feel his presence and calm…. and ground your heart.
Its ok, everything is perfect step back to the start.

I have seen the forces of nature.
Swing the pendulum to where it belongs.
When the spirit and word are only of truth.
The bird sings its song.

Honesty and hard word prevail, they will always win the race.
I have tested the boundaries, stood fear in the face.
Now I sit quietly and ponder, everything’s natural home.
In the shade or in the sun or where the wilder beast roam.

Each person has a decision; where their energy should lie.
Move towards safety away from harm, the body does cry.
When the heart is pure there is nothing to fear.
Always protected, always one with the divine its clear.

Small acts of kindness, like pure magic dust.
Sprinkling light in a world of darkness appreciation is a must.
And oceans of gratitude break through the dam.
A tender humble heart, that does maketh the man.