#namaste
Countless
Greets you
Just Hi !
Some with their hands
Few with their heart
And if you are blessed
The rare one
Greets you
With their soul
Every phase
If you are greeted
Just pause
And realize it
Namaste
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC
We often fail to realize
That we are always at a cross roads
Gazing at the unrelenting precipice
Of decision and consequence
Each moment one away
From falling farther or rising above
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:51 PM UTC
in stillness
such bliss
movement
takes me higher
asanas and breath
combined
open up a path
straight
to the heart
of the divine
away from
the thinking mind
to the light
how sweet it is
such bliss
in stillness
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
In you
I could see
Something divine
Something close to magic
Something beyond words
Whole life
I could be thankful for
Keeping alive
The writer in me
Namaste
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:19 AM UTC
A fruit and vegetable vendor,
simple and humble,
Always seen with his handcart,
alongside the road, which was parked.
On my way back
from the gym,
Bought the fruits and vegetables
daily from him.
**Neither the quality!
Nor the variety!!**
But his greetings "Namaste Didi" with that innocent smile,
caught my attention for a while.
That friendly gesture
made me feel familiar.
Balming the lonely and tired soul,
in the foreign soil,
in this city of strangers,
accommodating many dwellers.
While lost in own thoughts,
or busy in the cell-phone chats.
But this simple guy never failed,
seeing me come, he sweetly hailed.
"Namaste Didi"
Once, when I resumed
after a vacation,
Found dozers, excavators
busy in construction.
An all new road, footpath
for beautification,
It's the "smart city" project's
much awaited implementation.
I realized, that something was amiss!
"Namaste Didi", welcoming, friendly voice!
I looked for him all around,
Standing near a pole, he was found.
Neither cheerful, nor fruit or vegetable?
Uttered him, now the business not feasible.
Not allowed to park his cart anywhere,
As "The Smart City Mission" started here.
Go to the big stores now,
for the daily needs,
Roadside vendors
pulled out like weeds.
Neither friendly smile, nor simplicity!
"Namaste Didi" swallowed by "the smart city"!!
Do we really need a "smart city",
or simply a city?
addressing the needs of all,
retaining its simplicity.
The social warmth
and existing friendliness,
Accommodating all
with self sustenance.
**Isn't socialism, just a myth!
No offence, this way I think!!**
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC
“namaste” she says- as he holds a gun
her words a whisper, to cold blue eyes
but his hand shakes- she has almost won.
the sand is dry and the sky is only sun
it’s quiet – the wind begins its sighs
“namaste” she says – as he holds a gun.
the woman is hidden in black, like nun
the bodies pile ‘round her – rotting – covered in flies
but his hand shakes – she has almost won.
her beautiful onyx hair, forced into a bun
his composure falters, his eyes turn soft, ruining his disguise
“namaste” she says- as he holds a gun.
he curses the sky and sinks to the ground hoping to be numb
he’s become a monster- a killer- one who terrifies
but his hand shakes – she has almost won.
she stands up, gets ready to run
but then puts out her hand- to somehow
sympathize
“namaste” she says- as he holds a gun
but his hand shakes- she has almost won.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Maybe in the symmetry of life were all the same,
just mirrors in the flesh driving each other insane.
You think you're so different, you're the one to blame.
Imagine us as sand, were all just grains,
imagine us as grass, were all just blades,
imagine us as the ocean, were all just waves.
it's okay to be different of course, that's not what I'm dealing,
but just don't gloat about being better like nobody else has feelings.
We're all the same, all got brains,
unwanted pains, all binded by chains,
trying to escape the insane.
We all just want honesty.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
One with all
Blessings
To
All
Peace
Love
Life
Perfect knowledge
Recall
Right action
Kind
Helpful
No harm
Forever grateful
Always thankful
Namaste
Amen
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
I know you feel
Intelligence flows within
Thanks be unto you
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
ॐ
Namaste
I honor the universe's light, beauty, love,truth and peace.
Because it is in me, and you;
it is, me and you.
Praying, for you to come unite with me in our heaven
where we are;
one thought,
breath,
body,
soul.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
My words fail me
Most when I need them
Like a babe, dumb to speech,
A mouthful of nothing.
My words fail me
Most when I'm with you
Because our souls pray "Namaste"
And never stop talking.
And my words truly fail me
When I can see what you want me to say
And all that I can mutter,
Might as well be thrown away.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
~~•~~
I honor the place in you in which
the entire universe dwells.
I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.
When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me,
we are one.
~~•~~
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
silence is so peaceful
i meditate in the sounds of nature
anyone, anything that brings noise has got to be removed
i need QUIETness
i love to hear myself breathing
i hear all the sounds my body makes
i can hear the birds wings flapping from inside my home
when i am quiet i hear so much more
when i am quiet i am so far from the world.
NaNi
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Namaste.
Bring yourself into my circle
so that your light may shine
my way.
Allow us to delight in
how two kindred souls
do frolic & play.
Exhale all worry
for it does dance our peace away.
As my light now shines with you
we both illuminate the day.
Namaste.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Half-lidded eyes gaze
into blue light from
screen as upper legs
clasp together involuntarily,
chest still heaving randomly
with gasps or sighs as comfort
and relaxation wash through
tense, electrically charged muscles
static cling from sleeves' struggle
with woolen blanket, inner
thighs' heat spreading to
surface from friction and
folly and fumbling and my lip is sore from my teeth
because when my whole body climbs into divinity
I feel no pain
my stomach aches suddenly
for filling, but the rest of my
body quiets the noisiest of us
since we're so cozy in our
splendid vibrance, muted
as the world seems after
gongs and cymbals clash like
titans in my heartbox and veins
tremble and thrum and throb
in the pleasant-est of places
here
I am suddenly again climbing
that mountain, white and gold
heat like sunshine and water
became one element and they
pour through my skin into my porous bones
as I drink
Mouth, don't leak these secret passions!
I shudder to myself and I think of this energy
as life embodied in one small window, have I glimpsed heaven?
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
The everything that I am
has a special space reserved for the happiest moments
When I am in that space, being happy, being myself - and
When you are in your space, being happy, being free, being beautiful
My inner creative spark finds yours
We can create such beautiful things, you and I
When we are both within ourselves and eachother
We are one
We are happy
We are free
We are divine
Namaste
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Be still my child
Silence your thoughts
Be still my child
Let go
Surrender yourself whole
To the light that surrounds you
See the dots connect before your eyes
Let beauty catch you in moments least expected
Let go of the oars
Let the river of energy guide you
Be still
Child of The Universe
Vibrate and Resonate
Trust your soul
It knows the plan
More beautiful than you can fathom
Be quiet
Listen to the vibrations
Feel the vibrations
See them work their magic
Sweet product of the flow
You are a reflection of it
With open arms
Stars fall onto your lap
Dripping with cosmic synchronicity
You are a reflection
You are energy
You are beauty in it purest form
You are the plan
You are the oars
You are The Universe
You, are.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
My soul honors your soul.
I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides.
I honor the light, love, truth, beauty & peace within you, because it is also within me.
In sharing these things we are united,
we are the same,
we are one.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
Let me tell you a story about a man who had a revelation:
When he woke that morning,
He could swear, it all seemed normal, and ever so.. boring.
He stood up from bed,
Wondered what he could instead
Of cleaning his body, teeth and much less his head.
He was a working man.
He swore he had a plan.
To one day, own a beautiful car and home, possibly some land.
You may say it's normal and safe to think that way.
I'd say, It definitely felt good when I got paid.
The high was nice and I would have stayed.
But evidently that's not how the game is played.
Either way, I've strayed.
Let me get back to the man and how he changed one day.
He would always wonder about different ways.
Possibly living freely and in the flowers he could graze.
To stand boldly in the warm summer rays.
But those thoughts crumbled as his job gave him so much praise.
One month, he even got a raise.
He was being ****** into these typical ways.
But he would feel empty and lonely when he would work all day.
Wondering, why am I doing this anyway?
I remember hearing our ancestors didn't live this way.
Getting paid to create devices that save time.
Heh, It sounds insane and you'd be right to think so.
The things these devices do to the atmosphere is clearly a crime.
And as science develops and we see more clearly.
I can clearly see, this getting worse yearly.
That's a message from the earth, signing off sincerely.
He felt so trapped in someone else's plan.
Like he was almost being scammed.
As if the human world was run by an elitist clan.
He tried to tell people.
They called him insane.
Pointed him in the direction of a white steeple
...it all sounded the same.
Ya know, we all here playing a certain game.
If you play out of role you simply get shamed.
This is when he realizes he has things he needs to reclaim.
He calmly walks away, no worries, the time is always now and it's here to stay.
I won't run after someone that won't listen to me anyway
I'll find who I can and I'll be on my way.
Searching through the crowded streets and after hour performances with empty seats.
He realized that he may not find what he needs.
In this city of always active speed.
Taking his boots to the gravel.
He takes the road never traveled.
His story continues to unravel.
He plops his *** down below a tree and begins to hum.
He felt so alive as he chewed on the delicious tree gum.
So happy to be far away from the city ****
He had merely clothing to keep him warm.
No cozy, quiet dorm
Certainly no shelter from the storms.
At times he would wonder.
Why do I yearn for something yonder?
He could never answer, only continue to ponder.
He awoke the next day.
Oh boy did his stomach have something to say.
He was tired, weak and vulnerable to prey.
Being a nomad was hard work, you would be foolish to lie.
He was merely a man
Barely getting by.
On the brink of death but most certainly not failure.
He realized he would settle down somewhere familiar.
He needed meat and plants to grow.
Gathering seeds and herding animals he became a master of sorts.
These were big jobs. But he didn't want to resort,
To asking another human for support.
He had left those ways and would never go back.
It seemed so long ago, even the snow had devoured his tracks.
But he surely was struggling to get even a snack.
In all of his woe
He promised himself to go with the flow.
One day, he came across another human. He was bound to say "Hello!"
It was awkward at first and words didn't know what to say.
He almost strayed away
When the man asked him if he needed a place to stay.
Tears were apparent but silent that day.
Maybe this is going with the flow and following his own way.
He was trying to hide his gitty insides but it was plainly on display.
He couldn't believe the amount of kindness that man gave.
It was very, very brave
For him to offer such a thing to a man who hadn't shaved.
But this was different, you know, not the same.
He had a keen eye for seeing through shallow games.
Being helpful and honest was his only aim.
If there was a moment that full filled any hole.
Any moment in time that proved we had souls
It had to have been the moment of the crunching of the gifted butter roll.
His belly was full and he couldn't believe it.
In his mind he had to admit.
Such a very nice thing from a man of the city, but he made no comment.
He learned that we need each other. We were born that way.
And is always reminded this lesson on a hungry feast day.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Sometimes we live our lives out of fear.
Sometimes we are unaware of what is actually real.
Sometimes we take things for granted before they disappear.
Sometimes we need to break our glasses to see in the clear.
Look around and what do you see?
Beauty lies within the nature of every facet you perceive.
Take a moment to suddenly pause time;
becoming aware of your zen state of mind.
When you observe droplets of water falling from the engorging sky,
visualize that moment frozen in time.
Become mindful of the chemical process elegantly combined;
as you experience the moment before it passes by.
Clarity will suddenly reach its remarkable peak,
after reliving the vicarious journey of the droplets feat.
Sometimes we stop living our lives out of fear.
Sometimes in the mist we become aware of what is real.
Sometimes we cease taking things for granted after they disappear.
Sometimes we need to fix our glasses to continue seeing clear.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC