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
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Miracles

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

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

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

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 endless...to 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

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

http://atta-deep-bhav.blogspot.com/

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.

Dhammavadaka

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:

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A Summer Day

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.

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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.

Sosan

Walking

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

http://mrbuttondownman.blogspot.com/

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
Thirst
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

Neers

http://multiandnotuniverse.blogspot.com/

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.

Joy

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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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

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

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

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Copyright © Neerja Yadav

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.

Love

One look
One smile
One touch
One embrace
One kiss
One love
Two people
Two minds
Two souls
Two destinies
One road
One journey
One endingTogether.

- Melissa Higgins -

Love is the emblem of eternity;
it confounds all notions of time;
effaces all memory of beginning,
all fear of an end.

- Madame de Stael -

Love is when you look into
someone's eyesand see their heart.

- Jill Petty -

Love is something you can't describe
like the look of a rose,
the smell of the rain,
or the feeling of forever.

- Kristen Kappel -

Love is a moment that lasts forever...

Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown awayIn a night,
or in a day,In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seemIs but a
dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allen Poe