Illusions of permanence are cutting the very
Depth of this mind while it
Overflows with thoughts and
Never-ending clouds bring
'
Tears to remind how
Knowledge is the whirlwind while
Not-knowing is the silent center; still the
Ongoing winds keep tearing down every
Withered leaf from the tree of my heart.

It begins with just a whisper,
A hint of murmur,
Some quiet tremor
Of warmth.

Growing stronger each moment,
The flutter turns into
A familiar song
Of tenderness.

The sound flows clearly now,
Gushing like waves on
A distant shore
Of silence.

An ethereal orchestra is already
Masterfully performing,
The rhythmic tune
Of affection.

And soon, the unbroken melody
Softly transforms into
The ageless symphony
That is a cat's purr.

When you look deep within                     Set your tears free now
And see clearly through                                Let them go running
Eyes of love                                                             Like wild horses

Only then can the blessing                      By singing all the secrets
Of the broken heart                                      Of the open meadows
Be recognized as                                            And catching fireflies
Each piece is                                                               ­      One by one

A doorway                                                          ­                  They will
To your                                                             ­                    Bring you  
Self.                                                      ­                                         Light.

These are not
raindrops
      these are my
Tears
      falling
      moist and heavy
this is not
the wind
     this is the
sound of
     my Heart
     ripped open
or is it
     ripe and open
     like a bright red
ripened pomegranate
on a tree branch
     burst open
     nothing to hold in
the little crimson drops
     falling
     one
  by
one
  by
one
    death
  by
birth
  by
life

Now
It is time
To give yourself up.

Surrender,
Abandon all struggle,
Thoughts, worries and hopes.

Now
It is time
To be Silent.

Be as heavy and still
As the highest mountain.

Be as light and serene
As the delicate flower.

Now
It is time
To listen.

Listen in pure silence
As if trying to hear the voice of the sun
Rising at dawn.

Listen to the one who hears
And rest in this
Timeless equanimity.

Every element of nature speaks,
Singing a song of silence.
The heart
hears.

The tree next to the bust stop
Has been stripped by the winds
Almost completely,
But I can feel it smiling.

It communicates without sounds,
Words or concepts,
That which is most real.

And my heart is stripped
Naked
From all its layers,
As I listen.

It feels like a warm and loving hug
And I stand mesmerized,
Tearful eyes, smiling...

Riding the bus,
observing
the people,
the same song plays.

Without being aware
They too sing,
The song of silence.

The surface is filled
With different emotions,
Thoughts,
Experiences.

Yet I am diving deeper into the ocean and
My heart smiles again,
Recognizing the familiar music.

Walking down the street,
Hundreds of ants
Running
On the pavement.

The rain has destroyed their home
And now they must
Rebuild.

Walking carefully so no life is harmed,
Again I hear the melody.
It is sung by the ants and the earth
As one.

By now, my heart is laughing.
Dancing completely naked
In no space or place
To a soundless tune
Of an eternal rhythm.

Something is dying
Something is
being born

The shedding of
the old skin
is but the birth
of a new one

The void
is
the falling
and flying
simultaneously

But we can only
grasp
one
side of the coin
at a time.

The silence
in between
breaths

Whispers
the ephemeral nature
of all.

Peace is in the eye of the storm.