Discovery

stripped naked of the world
bones chilled in desolation
she discovered fire
and found
that she could write
the story of life
from the beginning 
again

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Paradox

I have a home. I have no home.

My home is everywhere. My home is nowhere.
I am my home.

I have a teacher. I have no teacher.
Everyone is my teacher. No one is my teacher.
I am my own teacher.

I was born. I was never born.
I will die. I will never die.
I am transient. I am eternal.

I am the bubble. I am the drop. I am the wave. I am the sea.

I love you. I love no one but myself.

Everything is real. Nothing is real.

Everything I cannot see and touch is real.
Everything I can see and touch is false.

The path is everywhere. The path is nowhere.

Everything is the truth. Nothing is the truth.
I am  untruth. I am truth.

I am now in the world of paradox. Confusing , frightening, exciting, exhilarating. And liberating too! :)

Holding

you hold me
in your warm sure hands

like harbours hold
ships home from sea

I hold you 
encircled in my arms

like farmers hold
fruits of labour
in seasons of harvest

we hold each other

like vases hold
sheaves of flowers
in gifted enchantment

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Emptiness

Emptiness I am
hiding fullness within
through tunnel of time
I come and go
clothing and then 
unclothing myself
in eternal charade 
of make and break
laughing weeping
in sorrow and joy
I play my parts
I witness them too

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Homeless!

I am in the game
I am out of it
I neither play
nor stand apart
four walls around 
and a roof above
yet I rejoice
in homelessness!

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The Gift

I shut the door on love
I turned her away
told her in no uncertain terms
all her bewitching promises
of dripping honeycombs
fruit scented wines
and rain soaked deserts
were nothing but lies
when all she had to give
was a wound oozing crimson
burning salt of tears
and unending parchedness

I shut the door on love
and my poem died
sweet companion of my soul
it was then I found
she had been birthed
from that very wound`
she had thrived on tears
that had risen from
my deepest thirst
I knew then what
was the precious gift
love had given me
wrapped in torment

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Worshipping Herself

fasting feasting

laughing singing

the young, the old

in sickness, in health

so many chronicles 

of pain and joy

throng to where she stands

celebrating herself

in her wondrous multiplicity

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Meeting

in darkness, they meet
when the world is asleep
under the hushed glow
of the wakeful moon

white flowers of the night
overjoyed by their sight
wrap around them, the scent
which maddens lovers

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True Worship

his dream I am,

I am the love that throbs

in the measureless heart

of the lord of lords

and so I  know 

that the only worship

he asks of me
is the shedding of fear

is the holding in high honour

the sacred uniqueness of my being,
is the living of each moment
in joyous festivity

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ecstasy

love's agony

hardness cracks

a river flows from me to you

singing in ecstasy

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Words

words

vessels of ungainly make

stained with earthly give and take

how do I trust them 

with my luminous truths ?

Worship

lamps will be lit, incense burnt
drummers will beat the intoxicating beat
a thousand lotuses will be opened
at the feet of the goddess
in the sanctum of my heart
she lives, breathes, exults in me
this year, the worship will be within
in tumultous celebration 

of my being

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