The Holy Passage
Grateful to Science & Nonduality for publishing my poem “The Holy Passage.” https://www.scienceandnonduality.com/article/the-holy-passage#
Songs of the heart & mystical poetry
Grateful to Science & Nonduality for publishing my poem “The Holy Passage.” https://www.scienceandnonduality.com/article/the-holy-passage#
Here’s my winning poem at a local poetry contest. So grateful to the organizers and judges to honor me with their choice. This poem is about the transformative power of love and vulnerability, and it is inspired by the ongoing healing love I experience in my relationship with my wife. … More When Love Is
When your mind is set on something, the universe will take you to it. When your heart is set on something, the universe will bring it to you. Mind makes stone monuments; love breaks through them. Love hurts, but it hurts only the walls and barriers and not what’s beyond them. Mind breaks and love … More Love invites
I woke up this morning too early and couldn’t go back to sleep. I woke up into a deep and still sadness. I’m so sad that things have to end. I always hated that. As a child, I hated the end of parties when everyone had to leave. I hated the end of family trips. … More Otherworldly immortality isn’t good enough; I wanna stick around here
To realize the Self is to see everyone and everything to be within and not without. … More Shedding the World
You can’t love the light without loving the shadows. It is imperfection that keeps us awake to perfection. Let’s love everything that we are. Read more… … More Hell is a Boomerang
Fear not my friend! Go where you have to go; do what you have to do. Nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever gained. You are the light of the world. How can you ever become worldly? You are that which illumines all things without exhaustion. What you manifest has no bearing on your essence. … More Already Free
This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma
The fall is here. It has made itself felt, from the inside; from the deep. The fall is vigorously marching toward me, the ground shaking more and more and I am trembling out of fear and uncertainty. The fall’s magnificence precedes its face. I love the fall. I love how the fall smells, I love … More Liquid Jesus
I wear a mask made of nothing, you don’t see it on my face but I feel it all the time. The story has it that I am hideous, but god knows who has that story! I wove the mask I wear with the labor of time; it is a conglomeration of conflicting stories teamed … More The Play of Masks