MYSTICAL POEMS: “Song of not-being and being” by Ghalib

Song of not-being and being The world is no more than the Beloved’s single face; In the desire of the One to know its own beauty, we exist. Each place, each moment, sings its particular song of not-being and being. Without reason, the clear glass equally mirrors wisdom and madness. Those who claim knowledge are…

SHORT POEMS: “Time” by William Shakespeare

Time Time is very slow for those who wait; very fast for those who are scared; very long for those who lament; very short for those who celebrate; but for those who love, time is eternal. William Shakespeare

MYSTICAL POEMS: “Knowing”

Knowing What is this Exquisite Presence, Shining Radiant in The Heart, This Dissolution of duality, This Wellspring of Ecstasy, This Fullness and Completion, In which time, space, and myself, Dissolve in Formless Rapture? I don’t know. Is it not “Consciousness”? I don’t know. Is it not “God”? I don’t know. Is it not the “Soul”?…

POEMS: “Journey without end”

Journey Without End
I eschew the implied finality,
And the exalted loftiness,
Of words like “enlightened” or “awakened”.

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “In The Deepest Heart of Being”

In The Deepest Heart of Being There is a Place, In the Deepest Heart of Being, Where mountains rise so high, They look down upon Heaven. The sky there… Such a deep, rich blue, Stars… Sparkling in daylight, Light your Way. Soft breezes, Fragrant, With Fullness, Completion, and Bliss, Gentle your Soul, And you breathe…

SPIRITUAL POEMS: “The Rose Unseen”

The Rose Unseen   I find it difficult to discard, Plants which are near to death, Failing, whatever the cause may be, For I, too, was once near death, Saved only by the Beloved Gardener. The legalists, the jurists of religion, Would have tossed my Soul aside, Onto the heap of the irredeemable, Deeming further…

POEMS: “Journey of Return” (about death and dying)

Journey of Return When the Beloved wants to take you Home,  extend your hand to His welcoming even though your body may be trembling and your mind may want to flee; even though those around you grieve, and you yourself have mourned, even before they, the changing form of your body. Tears are not the…