Saturday, December 23, 2006


It's in the snowflake skies of children's wishes.
It's in the music of children's laughter.
It's in the breathlessness of children's anticipation.
It's in the faith of children's embraces.

The magic of Christmas is here...
In the childlike wonder of us all.


Ebony eve, silvered streets.
Lavender mist and icicle tears.
Visions of velvet, crimson and jade.
Golden glints in topaz thoughts.
Color it Christmas. Give it with love.


Perhaps it begins long before the first frost -
Somewhere between memory and reality.
It touches us with compassion
and whispers to us of hope.
It tiptoes into our hearts with elation
and opens our souls to faith.

Its name is Christmas and we have yet to learn
How to keep it close for more than
this one brief, shining moment.
Someday, perhaps...with love.

Come Home For Christmas

Unlock the door of your heart -
Enter the gentleness within.
Open the window of your soul -
Breathe in the season of miracles.
No matter how far you've traveled,
It's time to come home now,
Where Christmas abounds in love.

Merry Christmas to All

Monday, December 11, 2006

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world,
and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
--Norman Vincent Peale

Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day,
encircling all our limited world like a magic ring,
left nothing out for us to miss or seek;
bound together all our home enjoyments, affections,
and hopes; grouped everything and
everyone round the Christmas fire,
and make the little picture shining in
our bright young eyes, complete.
-Charles Dickens

What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past,
courage for the present, hope for the future.
It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow
with blessings rich and eternal,
and that every path may lead to peace.
-Agnes M. Pharo

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back
to the delusions of our childhood days,
recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth,
and transport the traveler back to his own fireside
and quiet home!
-Charles Dickens

The joy of brightening other lives,
bearing each others' burdens,
easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts
and lives with generous gifts
becomes for us the magic of Christmas.
-W. C. Jones

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree:
the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
-Burton Hillis

Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing:
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.
-Grace Noll Crowell

Christmas! The very word brings joy to our hearts.
No matter how we may dread the rush,
the long Christmas lists for gifts and
cards to be bought and given--
when Christmas Day comes
there is still the same warm feeling
we had as children, the same warmth
that enfolds our hearts and our homes.
-Joan Winmill Brown

Christmas Eve was a night of song that
wrapped itself about you like a shawl.
But it warmed more than your body.
It warmed your heart... filled it, too,
with a melody that would last forever.
-Bess Streeter Aldrich

Christmas ... is not an eternal event at all,
but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
-Freya StarkFrom

Home to home, and heart to heart, from one place to another.
The warmth and joy of Christmas,
brings us closer to each other.
-Emily Matthews

Christmas--that magic blanket
that wraps itself about us,
that something so intangible
that it is like a fragrance.
It may weave a spell of nostalgia.
Christmas may be a day of feasting,
or of prayer, but always
it will be a day of remembrance--
a day in which we think of everything
we have ever loved.
-Augusta E. Rundel

The merry family gatherings--
The old, the very young;
The strangely lovely way they Harmonize
in carols sung.
For Christmas is tradition time--
Traditions that recall
The precious memories down the years,
The sameness of them all.
-Helen Lowrie Marshall

Friday, December 01, 2006

Cry the Dead

Slowly, the hole is filled with earth, tossed down first by the hands of the beloved and bereft, later shovelled in by anonymous workers - the workers are the only ones with dry eyes and unburdened hearts. His widow slowly drops a mourning bouquet over the fresh earth, while his daughter collapses in front of his marker, sobbing. Looking for support, the little girl reaches a hand to his tombstone, delicately tracing the engraving that served as his legacy and last words:

We are voices,
only voices now,
silent echoes of the vacant
whispers in the universal night.

We were bodies,
we were humans once,
and proudly drew our breath
along side companion humans -
comrades unto death.

And much like Flander's torch*
only our memories remain
to beg for some miraculous truce
while the world fights on,
the same.

We are voices, only voices now
soft midst wars' alarms
yet still we go on pleading
for a laying down of arms.


Sunday, November 19, 2006

A Wish

If I could have my wishes,
If wishes did come true;
I would wish for happiness,
And a long full life for you.

I would wish for laughter,
And fill your life with song;
Then ask for peace and joy and love,
To follow you all day long.

Then I would ask for peaceful rest,
To visit you at night;
And that your every morning,
Dawn shimmering and bright.

I would ask for nothing,
To give back to myself;
As long as you are happy,
I want for nothing else.

For just to see contentment,
On your face and know you're fine;
Would truly satisfy me,
And bring joy to this heart of mine.

If I could have my wishes,
If wishes did come true;
I'd wish for the sun and the moon and the stars,
And I'd give them all to you.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006

This Old House

It rests upon a gentle crest,
with stately elms embracing its breast.

Rising high above they spread their wings,
beholding in the dwelling the loved souls that sing.

At dawn they rise for the coming day’s toil,
turning the earth and cultivating the soil.

The bountiful orchards set ablaze,
attracts them there for a pause on the warm spring day.

Their flowers rise in glory, what a beautiful sight,
releasing their essence, the great breath of light.

The sun rests on the horizon in the west,
reminding them of the hard days coming rest.

The robins sing their goodnight song,
until once again the emergence of dawn.

Their souls in slumber released in flight,
This grand old house holds them dear to the night.

Kuan Gung
Dedicated to my departed grandparents who lived, loved and cared for the earth in this old house. The two most influential souls in my life...I miss them dearly.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Call of the Northern Stars

Beyond the furthest reaches of the pale,
distant beach,
farther than the Northlands,
there runs a golden creek.

And all about its banks grow
bushes bright and merry;
their riotous branches covered
with leaves of gold and crimson berries.

Robins, doves, and meadowlarks
in cheerful chorus sing,
the melody rises to the Sun-a far-off,
guilded ring.

Shadows fall at twilight and silver
coats the land-
the shining waters gently dim as
dusk settles in the sands.

And in the warm darkness,
while rose and sandalwood cloy,
in the shimmering starlight comes
the call of Joy.

Pulling you, calling you away
from the golden creek,
inviting you to come away
and find the dreams you seek.

Stirring breezes in the night
bring sudden, swift desire,
and night time's sensuous
beauty fills the heart with fire:

A passion for the wilds,
to walk forgotten ways-
to wieldthe ruins of a sword forged
in long-lost, ancient days.

To walk under the moon and dance
with immortality,
and from the lonely mountains top
hear an elfin melody

Untitled Imagination

Blow out the candle,
snuff and stifle starlight.
Quench the moon
and let your dream take flight.

Come, follow me let me lead you
on into the fantastical realm
where illusion reigns.

Follow the winding stair down,
beyond emotion,
turn your back on reality,
give night song your devotion.

Incense burns in the night pyre of melancholy,
ashes clean burdens off as you enter the Stygian plane.
Float upon the melody that fills this waking dream,
cross the hairline border between concrete and unseen.

Tread upon the field of immortal souls-
drink deeply the waters of eternity.
Embrace your journey out of mortal-bound seclusion.
But dwell in light a little more, and shine for the illusion.


Sunday, October 15, 2006


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.

If your guidance is your ego, don't rely on luck for help.
You sleep during the day and the nights are short.
By the time you wake up your life may be over.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the
stronger pull of what you really love.
Become the light.

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.”

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a
hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.”

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.”

“Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape

from the flame of separateness.”

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust”

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

The fragrance my friend, that floats to you this moment,
streams from the tent, of the secrets of God.

Friday, October 13, 2006


See the truth, and you will see me.

Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then as you stand or walk,Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
Your life will bring heaven to earth.

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.

I teach one thing and one only:
that is, suffering and the end of suffering.

Just as a mother would protect
with her life her own son, her only son,
so one should cultivate an unbounded mind
towards all beings, and loving-kindness
towards all the world.
One should cultivate an unbounded mind,
above and below and across, without obstruction,
without enmity, without rivalry.

"Unruly beings are as unlimited as space
They cannot possibly all be overcome,
But if I overcome thoughts of anger alone
This will be equivalent to vanquishing all foes.

We are not compelled to meditate by some outside agent,
by other people,or by God.
Rather, just as we are responsible for our own suffering,
so arewe solely responsible for our own cure.
We have created the situation in which we find ourselves,
and it is up to us to create the circumstances
for our release.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Graceful Presence excerpt from the post by Meredith and Akilesh, at Graceful Presence,

Exposure, going deeper ... 9/17

"With the leap into the here-now, into choiceless awareness,
we realize we already are love and radiating love,
we already are wakefulness and radiating wakefulness,
we already are harmonized spirit and matter,
and we radiate it,
we already are being, already are saturated in bliss,
already are this naked consciousness.

This! Only just this... this wakefulness radiating,
and it is this naked wakefulness that is transformative.
Being this radiance- that-is- awake,
that asks for nothing and doesn't want to change anything,
is the most transformative energy in the universe.

When we realize it, when we step out of the way
and let it express through us as it will,
we radiate - love, grace, freedom, authenticity, godliness;
we radiate the harmony of spirit and matter.
Exposure to this radiance may spark its emergence in another,
may inspire another to open her eyes and see the light shining there within her."


Monday, September 25, 2006


Peace will not come out of a clash of arms
but out of justice lived and done by unarmed nations in the face of odds.

Democracy and violence can ill go together.
Evolution of democracy is not possible if we are not prepared to hear the other side.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love;
it is the prerogative of the brave.

Hatred ever kills, love never dies; such is the vast difference between the two.
What is obtained by love is retained for all time.
What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred.

Non-cooperation with evil is a sacred duty.

Nonviolence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind.
It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man

The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

You must be the change you wish to see in the world.

It may be long before the law of love will be recognizedin international affairs.
The machinery's of government stand between and
hide the hearts of one people from those of another.

Nonviolence is not a garment to be put on and off at will.
Its seat is in the heart, and it must be an inseparable part of our being.

Whether humanity will consciously follow the law of love, I do not know.
But that need not disturb me.
The law will work just as the law of gravitation works, whether we accept it or not.

Power is of two kinds.
One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love.

Nonviolence and cowardice are contradictory terms.
Nonviolence is the greatest virtue, cowardice the greatest vice.
Nonviolence springs from love, cowardice from hate.
Nonviolence always suffers, cowardice would always inflict suffering.
Perfect nonviolence is the highest bravery.
Nonviolent conduct is never demoralizing, cowardice always is.

Destruction is not the law of humans.
Man lives freely only by his readiness to die, if need be, at the hands of his brother,
never by killing him. Every murder or other injury,
no matter for what cause,
committed or inflicted on another is a crime against humanity.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Friday, September 15, 2006

A Dreamer...A Believer...A Seer

I'm a dreamer...I
dream of a world of compassion
I dream of a world of kindness
I dream of a world of tolerance
I dream of a world of generosity
I dream of a world of peace
I dream of a world of unity
I dream of a world of love

I'm a believer...
I believe in the human spirit of compassion
I believe in the human spirit of kindness
I believe in the human spirit of tolerance
I believe in the human spirit of generosity
I believe in the human spirit of peace
I believe in the human spirit of unity
I believe in LOVE Seeing

The above image is called Love Eternal.

Serenity - Copyright

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Quiet Things

Have you ever listened to the silent sounds
a canoe slipping through the water
a paintbrush against the canvas?

Have you ever heard
your bare feet on the sandy beach
Have you noticed the stars sing
and have you heard the snow fall?

Have you listened to the autumn leaves
all shades of chrysanthemums drift to the grass
and the early morning mist fall like vapor in the pine trees?
Have you ever heard birds in flight?
The softest breeze?

Have you ever had life whisper to you
that you are a part of all that is good?
That you can rise above all your afflictions
rise above every limitation
lift over the clouds of sorrowand bloom as beautifully
as anything made?

Have you had your wordlessness
acknowledge with deep appreciation
for your every blessing
and the joy of being alive in all these quiet things?

If you have a dream of quiet things
even for a few brief moments
draw your chair up beside mine.
Whatever I have not thought of ... you will
and it is all the better shared.


Thursday, September 07, 2006


We see a mist and a light
We see all the strife
We see what you project
and upon that which you reflect.
We see and know what is in your heart
We have known you from the start
To understand confusion only causes more delusions.

Release and let it go.
For those who love so too they know.

In a storm the waves do break
upon the rocks and make a wake

Consciousness pours out to you
Awaken gentle as the dew
Take what you can use from within
One speck of Light so Bright Holds all
The holograms believe they are real
And so they attempt to steal
When all is freely given
Nothing hidden no one less
Yet they forget
What they took with them (at death, cells of consciousness)
They hold within them.

Meditative Writing 8/11/06

Wednesday, September 06, 2006


Flowing over the edge
Falling freely with force
Tumbling down the hard rocks
Falling yet again,
With hopes of reaching the final destination

My life is somewhat like this
I await when I'll be one with the omniscient one

© Arti Honrao

Saturday, September 02, 2006

The Eternal Quest

Let my soul smile through my heart and
my heart smile through my eyes,
that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.

Arise from dreams of limiting mortal boundaries
to the realization of the vastness of the immortal soul

Pray that unceasing truth flow into your mind...
and unceasing joy flow into your soul.

Know that this universe is nothing but a dream bluff of nature
to test your consciousness of immortality.

A flower is the smile of God.
The fragrance is His hidden presence.

Love outlasts death and the ravages of time.

In every aspect of matter is evidence of the originality ...
of that Cosmic Intelligence.

Every day and minute and hour is a window
through which you may see eternity.

Because we don’t concentrate within,
we are mystified by the imprints of the
invisible Spirit in nature.

Realize spiritually, that One Life pervades everything.

Be transparent like the gems ...
Thinking and perception should have gemlike clarity
that will undistortedly reflect the Divine Mind.

Paramahansa Yogananda

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Native Ameican Wisdom - The Great Spirit

Cherokee Prayer
Great Mystery, teach me how to trust my heart,
my mind, my intuition, my inner knowing,
the senses of my body, the blessings of my spirit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear,
and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing
of each glorious Sun.
Lakota Prayer
Hold On Hold on to what is good,
Even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday
I'll be gone away from you.
A Pueblo Indian Prayer
Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web,
we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect.
Chief Seattle, 1854
May the Warm Winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your house.
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there.
May your Mocassins
Make happy tracks in many snows,
and may the Rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
Cherokee Prayer
BlessingOh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me,I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty
and make my eyes ever behold
the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things
you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise
so that I may understand the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons
you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Efants De Le Revolution Boheme

We were the glory seekers, the fading stars
desperately trying to inspire.
We were the ones shouting "Vivant la vie boheme!
Vie aux révolution!"and raising our glasses to decadence.
It was us who attended old Mass three times weekly,
for the beauty of the language, and worshipped at brothels each night.

We were the silhouettes on table tops and roof tops,
singing odes to humanity in our crude vernacular.
We were the neo-linguists, the neo-classicals,
obsessed with the avant garde while our lives decayed.
Ours were the high and noble minds which kept us, penniless,
in bare apartments while the bourgoise sank into wealth.

We were the ones who spoke of love, wrote those endless songs,
and reveled in our freedom.
Ours were the enlightened booksthat fell flat in the over-stocked markets
while our contemporaries' soared to fame.
Ours were the voices, raised
on limelit stages, in darkened coffee shops, on lamp-lit corners
filling the empty nights.
Briseis Phemonoe

Briseis is a 15 year old talented young lady at

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Only Time

Alaska: The American Last Frontier

Humpback - Inside Passage
Mendenthal Glacier
Haines, Alaska
Typical Alaskan Landscape
What an incredible journey...the landscape for 10 days was breathtaking!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

moon dust

From the dewy realms
Murmurs of night –

Terraced fields Babbling sky
Humming lamps
Sounds of pleasure and pain

Warmth of the room,
wakes up Drifts down…
Spreads on
the elm lined walkways

The beige moon hangs low
Symbol of glee or woe…
The ebbs and flows of,
his mood
Throbs like dynamo…
As effervescent As mine…
Silly him,
Silly me…

The "Hermione" in me
Conjures castle,
Turns time…
Walked through the plane
Of angels and the dark ones
Avert my gaze
Unwilling to explain the presence

the fire crackles
back from the waves
enshrouded in clouds
the “now”
silver orbis tucking himself up

and while I was away
scattered a few verses
on my floor…

picked ‘em up
a stifle a yawn

the winged ones rouse
reverberation of rhymes
sieving in my early morning…

Morning, Earth!

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

Thursday, July 27, 2006


An enigma you are, ununderstood, unsolved
Crawling silently, a visitor uncalled
You come in and settle without a knock
And speak no words, there's nothing to talk

Face, body, colour, taste and smell you lack
Your presence is pregnant silence black
You look and find your image in my eyes
Slowly replaced by the vast skies

Wind of sorrow turbulent grips the sky tight
Poor sky is no match to the delirious might
It screams thunder and cries out rain
Then no wind or sky, only my trickling tears of pain

I need a shoulder to lean and cry
And a hand to soothe my sigh
You've caused my heart's turmoil and emptiness
I ask your identity,
you say, "My name is Loneliness".

Copyright-- Diksha Neel 2002

Sunday, July 23, 2006

A Walk with You

Will you walk with me
deep into the woods
And live with life
to cherish her seasonal moods
And feel the ecstasy
of the morn's joyous heart
As it kisseth the ravishing
Earth with art
And get mesmerised
by the silent night
As the heavens shower stars
blending glory with the sight.

Will you walk with me
on the blue paths untrod
Wrapped with serenity
unto the abode of God
And touch the sanctity
of the sky infinite
Feeling the pleasure
of life's greatest delight
And swing on time
with a promise from thee
That thy shall walk
thus forever with me.

Copyright ©2005 Diksha Patitpavan Neel

Friday, July 21, 2006


Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In a sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
Miracles bear witness to truth.
They are convincing because they arise from conviction.

A miracle is a service.
It is maximal service you can render to another.
It is a way of loving your neighbor as yourself.
You recognize your own and your neighbor's worth simultaneously.

Miracles are teaching devices for demonstrating it is as blessed to give as to receive.
They increase the strength of the giver and supply strength to the receiver.
Miracles reflect the laws of eternity, not of time.

Miracles lift the veil and rests on the threshold of the eternal spiritual dream.
Spirit is in a state of grace forever, Your reality is only spirit,
Therefore you are in a state of grace forever.

A Course in Miracles

Saturday, July 15, 2006

A Conversation

Fear is the other end of love.
It is the primal polarity.

In creating the realm of the relative, I first created the opposite of My Self.
Now, in the realm in which you live on the physical plane,
there are only two places of being: fear and love.
Thoughts rooted in fear will produce one kind of manifestation on the physical plane.
Thoughts rooted in love will produce another.

The Masters who have walked the planet are those who have discovered the
secret of the relative world- and refused to acknowledge its reality.
In short, Masters are those who have chosen only love.
In every instance. In every moment. In every circumstance.
Even as they were being killed, they loved their murderers. Even as they were being persecuted, they loved their oppressors.

This is very difficult for you to understand, much less emulate.
Nevertheless, it is what every Master has ever done.
It doesn't matter what the philosophy, it doesn't matter what the tradition, it doesn't matter what the religion- it is what every Master has done.

This example and this lesson has been laid out so clearly for you.
Time and time again, over and over has it been shown to you.
Through all the ages and in every place.
Through all your lifetimes and in every moment.

The universe has used every contrivance to place this Truth before you.
In song and story, in poetry and dance, in words and in motion- in pictures of motion,
which you call motion pictures, and in collections of words, which you call books.

From the highest mountain it has been shouted, in the lowest place
its whisper has been heard.
Through the corridors of all human experience has this Truth been echoed:
Love is the answer.

Yet you have not listened.
The soul is very clear that its purpose is evolution.
That is its sole purpose and its highest feeling is the experience of unity with All That Is.
This is the great return to Truth for which the soul yearns.

This is the feeling of perfect love.

Neale Donald Walsch - A Coveration with God

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The Seat of the Soul

Non-judgemental justice is a perception
that allows you to see everything in life,
but does not engage your negative emotions.

Non-judgemental justice relieves you of the
self-appointed job of judge and jury
because you know that everything is being seen-
nothing escapes the law of karma-
and this brings forth understanding and compassion.

Non-judgemental justice is the freedom of seeing
what you see and experiencing what you experience
without responding negatively.
It allows you to experience directly the unobstructed
flow of the intelligence, radiance and love of the universe
of which our physical reality is a part.

Non-judgemental justice flows naturally from
understanding the soul and how it evolves.

Gary Zukav

Saturday, July 08, 2006

The Now

You are here to enable the divine of the universe to unfold.
The present moment holds the key to liberation.
To the mind, the present moment hardly exists.
It is always concerned with keeping the past alive, and
constantly projects itself into the future.

Humans have been in the grip of pain for eons,
ever since they fell from the state of grace,
entered the realm of time and mind,
and lost awareness of being.

Make the now the primary focus of your life.

The egocentric needs are be identified
with your mind is to be trapped in time: it creates an
endless preoccupation with past and future and unwillingness
to honor and acknowledge the present moment and allow it to be.

The now is the only point that can take you beyond the
limitted confines of the mnd.
It is your only point of access into the timeless and
formless realm of being.
When you reconnect with being, you no longer
participate in the egocentric drama.

Nothing ever happened in the past; it happened in the now.
Nothing will ever happen in the future, it will happen in the now.
There is never a time when your life is not " this moment".

Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, July 06, 2006

My Beloved

In the twinkling midnight,
I see you, my beloved, as the Moon,
one amidst a thousand stars;
longing for me with passionate patience,
lighting the heavenly dark bars.
Upon the Earth,
I stand as an ocean of love,
jewelled by your glittering light,
I treasure your silvery reflection
deep down my heart;
and with splendid delight,
I raise my watery hands
to thy affection infinite.
Copyright - Diksha Neel - Summer 1999

Remember Forever

Remember always that you are just a visitor here,
a traveler passing through.
your stay is but short and the moment of your departure unknown.
None can live without toil and a craft that provides your needs
is a blessing indeed.
But if you toil without rest,
fatigue and wearness will overtake you,
and you will denied the joy that comes from labour's end.

Speak quietly and kindly and be not forward with either
opinions or advice.
If you talk much, this will make you deaf to what others say,
and you should know that there are few so wise that they
cannot learn from others.
Be near when help is needed, but far when praise and
thanks are being offered.

Take small account of might, wealth and fame,
for they soon pass and are forgotten.
Instead, nurture love within you and and strive to be a friend to all.
Truly, compassion is a balm for many wounds.
Treasure silence when you find it,
and while being mindful of your duties,
set time aside, to be alone with yourself.

Cast off pretense and self-deception and see yourself as you really are.
Despite all appearances, no one is really evil.
They are led astray by ignorance.
If you ponder this truth always you will offer more light,
rather then blame and condemnation.
You, no less than all beings have Buddha Nature within.

Your essential Mind is pure.
Therefore, when defilements cause you to stumble and fall,
let not remose nor dark foreboding cast you down.
Be of good cheer and with this understanding, summon strength
and walk on.
Faith is like a lamp and wisdom makes the flame burn bright.

Carry this lamp always and in good time the darkness will yield
and you will abide in the Light.


Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Floating Aloof...

I am like a leaf
Floating aloof...
Going where the breeze takes me.

I am shed from the tree,
Heaven up above!
Picked up by the breeze of life
Sometimes I fly high
On wings of happiness
Sometimes I crash
With the burdrn of pain

I am like a leaf
Lying on the ground
When there is no breeze to carry me

I am stamped upon
Crushed and humiliated
Worn out like a dried leaf
Waiting for the breeze to carry me again

Take me with it
Let me float and settle
As I reach my final abode

Arti D. Honrao at:

Sunday, June 25, 2006

A Summer Day


A Warm summer day,
Green grass, blue skies.
Children playing, birds flying Boys running,
Mothers with strollers walking through.
Flowers blooming, bees buzzing
Butterflies atop, then disappear into the sky.

Young men playing basketball,
women jogging by.
A couple sit on the park bench, holding hands
Talking, laughing, enjoying an evening together.
A subtle glance, a passionate kiss
A pat on the back, then goodbye.

The sky turns orange
The air is cool,
The children gone, the courts silent,
The jogging path deserted.
The park bench empty.
Night has fallen, Another day gone by.

starry nights at...

Saturday, June 24, 2006

The Great Way

The Great Way is not difficultfor those who have no preferences.
When love and hate are both absent
Everything becomes clear and undisguised.

Make the smallest distinction, however,
And heaven and earth are infinitely set apart.
If you wish to see the truth

Then hold no opinion- for or against.
The struggle of what one likes and dislikes
Is the disease of the mind.


Sunday, June 18, 2006


So many paths that face my feet
Each one has its beauty to keep
My head challenged and my body tired
To fill my soul with a passionate desire

For the next bend and turn to unfold,
To write the stories of my life on this parchment of old
For eternity to keep and understand
Unbiased about my dreams and hungry hands

I do not seek an end to this dream
Even if I where to take every path seen
I would still continue on with every step
And live this journey without regret

Jeffrey Cook

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Somtimes, it's very raw...

Slow, tiring sunlight
Gradual rising moon
Deliberate dripping sky

Entwined fingers
No more strangers

Flickering strong flame
Roiling desire
Irrepressible indeed

The rains come, suddenly
Steaming off the rocks

Bathing the tress
Raw fragrance
Rising off the earth

Deep thunders
Roll in, in the distance

Dripping, drenched Nights

Copyright © Neerja Yadav


Friday, June 09, 2006

Birds of Passage

Black shadows fall From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
And from the realms

Of the shadowy elms

A tide-like darkness overwhelm
The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair,
And everywhere A warm,
soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat Of their pinions feet,
As from the land of snow and sleet

They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry Of their voices
high Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
Oh, say not so!

Those sounds that flow In murmurs of delight
and woe Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,

The sound of winged words.
This is the cry Of souls,
that high On toiling, beating pinions,
fly, Seeking a warmer clime.

From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.

Thursday, June 08, 2006


I heard, one winter's night,
in the confines of my room,
the horns of Elfland calling--
their blasts keening in the gloom.

In their sacred melody,
the dream begins to descend--
the dream that seeps into the minds
of conquerors and children.

The vast, empty Northlands--
they were calling to me!
Luring me across the mists
of a boundless sea.

Cold, lonely mountains
and far-reaching plains
echoed the enchantment
of the song's refrain.

Stark, treeless climes
and deeply wooded vales
stirred in me the wonder
entombed in ancient tales.

A shadow-haunted sunset
gave way to stars filled with jubilation
and breezes in the night
trembled in exultation.

In just a moment I returned
from the Northern shore,
but the horns of Elfland's calling
I shall hear evermore.

Briseis Phemonoe
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The Path

We may depart on different paths in this temporal visit,
but they ultimately converge in time,
released in eternity into the timeless dream.

Kuan Gung

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Dream

The Dream
They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while,
then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson

Monday, May 29, 2006

Sun, Rain Work and some frozen moments

Sun, Rain Work and some Frozen Moments...

The downpour hid the sleeping sun a few hours ago,
I heard the raindrops rustle through the trees outside,
Solitude at my core and the scent of the sky frothing my senses I love.

Alone, I still love,the sunshine takes a peek slowly
and shyly hiding the clouds to tease the Winter.
It's a beautifully quiet evening,
one of the kind that happens so rarely
the wind and the rain, sings life in my soul
dampness swirling with all its might dispelled by
the sunlight all without a fight slowly they meet
they smile they love

Ah, now I can see the fleeting twilight dancing life
wafted in a timeless mist together we weave
beautiful dreams


Copyright © Neerja Yadav

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Only Breath

Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi translated by Coleman Barks

Only Breath

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim,
not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the Eastor the West,
not out of the ocean or up, from the ground,
not natural or ethereal,
not composed of elements at all.

I do not exist,am not an entity in this world or the next,
did not descend from Adam or Eve or any, origin story.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved, have seen the two
worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being.