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Ravi gratefully settled down on the cottage bed. It seemed
like centuries since he had slept in an actual bed. Up to now
he’d slept outside and on the thinly carpeted floor of a
Buddhist temple.

In fact, Ravi was very thankful to be alive after suffering
a serious stroke and subsequent amnesia for almost 3 years.
He was discovered sleeping on the steps of a Hindu temple
by a kind priest, named Swami Krishna.
After several inquiries, Ravi was finally given refuge by
a compassionate monk at a local Buddhist temple in Melbourne.

When my hubby David and I first met Ravi there was
an instant connection.
His humble, soft spoken nature touched our
souls as he shared his heart wrenching story. During the
period of his stroke, he lost almost everything,
most of his possessions, his wife and his memory.
Wandering the streets of Melbourne desolate and
forsaken by man, he was never forsaken by God.

It was a beautiful night, stars shimmered above the
colossal golden Buddha statue. As Ravi related his story,
David offered to help him recover his life. We all prayed
fervently to Lord Ganesh to remove all obstacles on his path.
In the coming months, Ravi and David were able to piece
together the fragments of his shattered life.

Marvelously, Ravi was also able to connect with his
parents in India who had not heard from their only son
in three years! Imagine the relief, joy and
ecstasy when they heard his familiar voice.

The other day we invited Ravi to our house for lunch.
Entering the puja room, we made sure to offer
thankful prayers to Lord Ganesh. The huge photograph
of Sai Avatar illumining the puja room smiled benevolently
at our precious guest.

Ravi chuckled almost tearfully when he told me he had
finally gotten his own bed. He recalled in the past how
he had purchased a $4000 bed for his ex-wife and
now he was so blissfully grateful for this simple cot.

As I reflected on Ravi’s story I thought to myself how
unpredictable life is. Wealth, property, spouses,
everything in this world is subject to change and loss.
It is so important to wake up from this
long, arduous dream and embrace the beautiful,
golden, eternal kiss of God and realize who we are now.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Let’s run blind
To find a new world
A sacred flame
Touched by the grace
Connecting the dots
Interpreting themes
Promising silence
Questioning eyes
Solemnly in the mirror
No shadow seeps
Reason seeks to resign
With imagination roam free
A raindrops collection
With thought turned to rhyme
A new string
Smile, pause and play
Dreams turned reality
A true account
In substance of time
Creating smiling biology
Language for all
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Elements of non-sense
Ego, desire, greed, anger, and attachment
Wonderfully wired
Culture of hate, cruelty and war
Radiant flame
Caged human rights
Tears of humanity
Portrait of maternal society

Need air to breathe
Try to discover self
Nothing more sacred
Than a spiritual denominator
Anthem of love
Being human
True value of life
Smell of a human touch
Foundation of hug
Vote for humanity
Everyone wins
Rest in peace

बुद्धम् शरणम् गच्छामि
बुद्धम् शरणम् गच्छामि (Buddham saranam gacchami), means go to the Buddha for refuge. Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mama earth Feb 2018
Finding a pure path, one untraveled.
                                             Made to be sacredly ones own.
                       Unexpectedly finding serenity and peace.
Hidden in the most unsuspected places.
Written 9-14-16
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I will forever be a mysterious creature forever keeping you at bay to my sorcery.
You shower me
dripping, drenched in
dewy jewels
of Your heart

My Ruby Love
with sapphire complexion

The embossed gold hem
of my sari swirls
ecstatic feet dance
zoetic
voluminous sufi circles
around the
greatest treasure
we can ever imagine

Near the lake of my
rippling, silver tongued mind
You play Your enchanting flute

So that all I see is
Your alluring Eternal Reflection
throbbing
in crystal clear depths
of Self
Star BG Jan 2018
I shall dance through rain, through fog,
through day light that turns night.
I shall dance inside the wind,
when things don’t seem so right.

I shall breath deep inside me
to mediate and be.
Focusing on wisdoms light.    
I’m meant to feel so free.

To know I’m sacred and a gift.
I shall dance inside rhyme.
As I move in my path
I’ve learned I am divine.

So I shall dance inside rain
in days of clouds and sun
Integrating both as gifts  
with purpose to have fun.
Life grabbed me so I am slowly coming back to HP. Not that I haven't written of course I have perhaps I shall post them.
Inspired by Rose.
There is a peculiar lightness
I have observed that appears
to increase with age

On the anniversary eve of my
70th natal year
I glance towards the
Western horizon
stars all lit
stellar candles beckon

My breath, Pneuma
with gilded wings and
golden vessel
longs to explore the
vaster regions of self

Constellations dangle
Happy Birthday across
the Bright Unknown

I wait......

A vacant silk sari
fluttering, flickering,
in the fiery sunset dusk
mel Jan 2018
the
Love,
(the) pain,
+ the (growth)
i have gained (from)
heart(aches) obtained
will forever rema(in)
as (my) sacred
(soul) strain
the growth from aches in my soul
The heart is most
sacred place in the soul
take care of it
Who taught without speaking,
spoke softer than sleeping?
Who tucked-in dreams of lost others,
sifted and sorted the meaning of “brothers?”
Blessed every heaven-and-earthly bed
crowded with sheets, and
sounded-out the spelling of “wrinkles” for weeks.
Who would have guessed
it was all just a Goddess doing Her best?
But if it were a riddle, Who would have guessed?
Her last words haven’t found us yet.
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