This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You dont live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is.Saturday, November 14, 2009
Awareness
This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living - at the minimum. You dont live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises - clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is.Friday, October 16, 2009
Looking at a sunset, just for a second you forget your separateness: you are the sunset. That is the moment when you feel the beauty of it. But the moment you say that it is a beautiful sunset, you are no longer feeling it; you have come back to your separate, enclosed entity of the ego. Now the mind is speaking. And this is one of the mysteries, that the mind can speak, and knows nothing; and the heart knows everything, and cannot speak. Perhaps to know too much makes it difficult to speak; the mind knows so little, it is possible for it to speak.Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
I Love you...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
How do you see yourself?
Don’t worry about what the world sees when it looks at you. How do you see yourself?
The picture they paint of you makes no difference. Discover for yourself where you want to be, what you want to do, who you are when the voices outside of you are silenced. It is only then, when we become detached from others’ forecasts and opinions of our life, that we can truly be content with who we are as an individual, as a lover, as an artist, as a human being, reveling in our very own unconventional world.
The picture they paint of you makes no difference. Discover for yourself where you want to be, what you want to do, who you are when the voices outside of you are silenced. It is only then, when we become detached from others’ forecasts and opinions of our life, that we can truly be content with who we are as an individual, as a lover, as an artist, as a human being, reveling in our very own unconventional world.
The music inside
love in its purest form

i love you,
not only for what you are
but for what i am
when i am with you.
i love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you,
for the part of me
that you bring out;
i love you,
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
i love you because you
are helping me to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of works
of my every day
not a reproach
not only for what you are
but for what i am
when i am with you.
i love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself
but for what
you are making of me.
i love you,
for the part of me
that you bring out;
i love you,
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
i love you because you
are helping me to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of works
of my every day
not a reproach
but a song.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
My thoughts
I dismiss all my thoughts. They drift in the sky like small white clouds, not knowing where they are going to, but still full of confidence. I am calm and relaxed. Perfect peace prevails in my heart and my mind. I am in harmony with the world. Harmony flows through my whole Self. It is good that it is so.Saturday, August 29, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Happy Independence day to all...
It's God's responsiblity to forgive the terrorists
It's our responsibility to arrange the meeting between them and God...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friend...

Our friendship is soothing,
Like a warm gentle breeze,
A soft gentle rustle
Thru the leaves of the trees...
Our friendship can bloom,
Like a beautiful spring day,
Yours and mine did,
In such a beautiful way...
Our friendship brings rainbows
After the storm.
It appears in the winter
To keep our hearts warm...
Our friendship withstands hardships,
As the winter wind blows,
Like a candle in the window
With its warm soft glow.
Like a warm gentle breeze,
A soft gentle rustle
Thru the leaves of the trees...
Our friendship can bloom,
Like a beautiful spring day,
Yours and mine did,
In such a beautiful way...
Our friendship brings rainbows
After the storm.
It appears in the winter
To keep our hearts warm...
Our friendship withstands hardships,
As the winter wind blows,
Like a candle in the window
With its warm soft glow.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
A simple prayer
Monday, May 11, 2009
Take Me To A Dream
Take me to a dreamThat I never dreamed of,
To a place so beautiful
That we can stay for eternity,
A dream that seems to be
More real than real life
A dream of no problems or worries.
Take me to a dream
A place for just the two of us,
Where we can express our inner
most thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
To a beautiful land where nobody
Is there but just the two of us.
A place for just the two of us,
Where we can express our inner
most thoughts, feelings, and emotions,
To a beautiful land where nobody
Is there but just the two of us.
Take me to a dream
A dream where I can have fun,
Where I am not being fused or abused at
Controlled or being yelled at,
To a beautiful place that I can lay at
In peace where I can think at,
Where I will have no worries
and do nothing but dream.
Take me to a dream....
A dream where I can have fun,
Where I am not being fused or abused at
Controlled or being yelled at,
To a beautiful place that I can lay at
In peace where I can think at,
Where I will have no worries
and do nothing but dream.
Take me to a dream....
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Magic Of Love

And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!
Love is
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