One in All, All in One

Disease may have many different forms,

While good health has one form only

Evils may come in with different shapes,

While love has the shape of heart only

Darkness may conceal within different shades,

While light knows how to shine through only

The foolish and the wicked -

are busy with how to have their names 

written in history book

While the integral beings -

Care little about their names in the other's eyes

but their own sincerity and their inner self 's calling

they all are so different yet so alike

reflecting each other in such a perfect harmony

as ONE in ALL,

ALL in ONE…

Looking into your eyes,

I see the luminous light welling up

But, how can you have not seen-

your own light?!

Looking deep within my self ,

I see the very soul of mine is -

nothing less but of a divine gift.

But, what have I done so far-

to honor such a blessing?!

......

Joy of a Different Place

  ‘ When she finds joy and wonder in every little thing, joy and wonder will always find her.’

-          Katrina Mayer

 Look at this baby-

who is smiling at you

your heart starts to melt –

into that innocence and that pureness

like snow melting in the early spring sun…

Look at that man-

who is smiling at you

his smile may be sweet and sophisticated,

you may even smile back at him 

but you will keep your heart guarded carefully,

You both are playing a game 

because of your inner knowing :

the smiles can come from different places-

or from a real place of the soul;

or from a fake place of the masked ego…

A child is joyful-

his joy comes from a place of innocence;

A fool is joyful-

his joy comes from a place of ignorance;

A man is still joyful-

 after being wronged by others many times,

his joy comes from a place of his compassion;

A man is still joyful -

after all the heartbreaks and tribulations-

his joy comes from a place of his inner strength…

Thus-

Joy to joy can be of different depths;

Man to man can be of worlds apart,

but to a fool,

they are all the same

         

Missing

As soon as you try to vocalize

the magnificent Northern lights,

You are missing-

ITS MAGNIFICENCE

As soon as you intellectualize your life

as a mere physical existence,

You are missing-

YOUR OWN MYSTERY

As soon as you need reasons

to love,

You are missing-

LOVE

As soon as you feel compelled

to define or debate about your God,

You are missing-

GOD

Just Surviving

Before I met you,

Love was just words.

Before I knew my Self,

I was just an imitator.

Before I understood life,

I was just surviving.

Half Full Glass

There are some-

 who weep for their only half full glasses

There are some-

 who rejoice for their still half full glasses

Weeping or rejoicing -

has nothing to do with the fullness in the glass

but it has everything to do-

 with the minds behind the glasses...  

Winter goes and comes.

It is a Christmas again.

You came to me in tears-

Last Christmas he was still with you

 and this year he is no more…

All the sweet promises seem to have disappeared-

 in the cold wind without any traces;

You are left with nothing 

but those unfulfilled dreams and a broken heart;

And you say,

you would never be happy again without him …

Time can heal everything, my friend.

Sun is still rising, with or without him;

Moon is still shining, with or without him;

Earth is still rotating, with or without him;

Your happiness has nothing to do with him,

or anybody or anything;

but has everything to do with how you CHOOSE to feel!

 So please my friend,

why settle for the crumbs of love from the others

if you yourself can be the source of all the love you desire;

why cry over a withering bush

if you still have a whole garden to attend ;

When your garden is-

 filled with blossoming flowers and sweet fragrance,

what's the need even to worry about-

 if there are enough bees around?! ...

So please my dear friend,

Let's choose love over hatred

even our glasses are only half full ;

Let's choose joy over sadness,

even our glasses are completely empty; 

Because who knows,

now the room which has been freed up -

can fill up with something even better and greater

......

Love and Hate

Oh, how much I have hated my parents-

for their worldly shrewdness;

for having us carry over their own desires and guilt;

We were lost all together like blind led by the blind…

Yet, how much I love my parents-

for having the opportunity to manifest my life through them;

for having shared their sufferings and ignorance-

so to kindle my desire of wanting to be freed from -

the sufferings and ignorance...

Oh, how much I have hated this body of mine -

for its vulnerability and its limitations

for the disbelief of such a greatness,

such an intelligence dwelling in a such poverty …

Yet, how much I love this body of mine –

for my ears can hear the songs echoing within the deep forest;

for my feet can feel the tickles of the sand, the caressing of the sea;

for my face can sense the warm glow from the first ray of the morning sun;

for my heart can throb the beautiful melodies

when you take me into your arms…

Oh, how much I have hated this world-

for its hypocrisy and its unfairness;

for its greediness and its unconsciousness-

People die as if they have never lived;

People live as if they have never died…

Yet, how much I love this world-

for the small dewdrops glittering in the sunlight beautifully;

for the maple leaves turning into flamingo red magically;

for the delicious smell of newly brewed coffee filling up my room slowly;

for the good laughs with those dear friends of mine;

for the small kindness shown by some passing-by strangers;

for the desire of seeing your sweet smile

as soon as I open my eyes in the morning…

Oh, how silly of me-

have spent years in loving this and hating that;

then again, how silly of me -

have spent years at war with myself for loving this and hate that!

Oh, how silly of me-

for not understanding both my love and my hate 

are of the same ONE energy within me!

Whenever I deny my hate,

I deny my love as well;

Whenever I deny the intensity of my hate,

I deny the intensity of my love as well…

Those weak people-

who neither dare to love nor to hate,

so they love lightly and hate lightly;

Those passionate souls-

who can neither love lightly nor hate lightly ,

whatever they do they do with their intensity-

they can't be any other way.

Therefore, 

One can only love/hate as one's energy allows;

However, 

Energy has to be expressed by moving-

(standing still leads to stagnation)

Or moving from love to hate,

Or moving from hate to love …

Thus,

One has to take the full responsibility

for one's energy manifestation-

or moving little closer towards love, joy and light;

or moving little closer towards hate, suffering and darkness;

There is no such a thing as victim of the outer forces 

but there is everything to do with one's own making here...

As were repeated in my dreams,

I watched my self leaving my body -

soaring through the endless clouds in the sky;

venturing into the dangerous uncharted seas;

standing on the mountain tops laughing loudly-

at the drama plays of my chosen;

at this whole absurdity of separation 

between love and hate!

……

Way of the Warriors

She says:

‘My beloved master,

When there was nobody saw me,

you saw me;

When there was nobody understood me,

you understood me…’

The master replies:

‘If you aren't seeking yourself,

you won’t find me even I am sitting next to you;

If you aren't ready yourself,

You won’t be able to understand me 

even I am trying to explain to you…

We are merely mirroring each other,

like the moon is reflected in the lake.

If the water is not clear enough, still enough,

the moon wouldn't be seen so beautifully …’

She says:

‘My beloved master,

you have taught me about the fine swordsmanship.

What if , I fail to defeat the other swordsmen,

will I bring the shame upon your name?’

The master replies:

’Wining and losing is the game for the fools.

I have no name which you can bring the shame upon-

I come from the nameless ;

and I shall return to the nameless.

A great name may serve a great deal to a false master

but serves nothing to a real master!’

She says:

‘My beloved master,

Why have you been so emphasizing on-

A man must place his/her mind/heart in the right place first

before walking on the path the warriors?’

The master replies:

‘If an ill -hearted man learns about the martial way,

he/she may bring misfortunes and destructions to the others;

If a mediocre man learns about the martial way,

he/she may use the name of the warriors as his/her trophy;

But if a man with right mind/heart learns about the martial way ,

he/she may strive himself /herself towards the righteous way –

for serving the good

for honoring the courageous 

other than his /her trifle self interests;

Thus, only a man of such is fitted to be a true warrior;

only a warrior of such can truly protect and sustain life

even he/she is a man who carries the sword…’

She says:

‘My beloved master,

how shall I NOT fear for death?

how shall I be courageous 

when someone is pointing the chilly sword blade at my heart…?!’

The master replies:

‘When a warrior accepts his/her death,

it is not because he/she doesn't want to live;

it is not even because he/she is unafraid;

it is because, they know in their hearts-

There is a kind of death worse than the physical death- 

the death of one’s spirit!

Knowing the danger yet keeping forward is the way of warriors ;

Knowing the pain yet swallowing away the tears is the way of the warriors;

Knowing the death approaching yet not yielding is the way of the warriors;

…...

Legend says, in the kingdom of the warriors,

Unless all the fears are known to your mind and to your heart,

you won't be able to enter the kingdom of the true warriors;

you won't be able to have the companionship of 

the bravest and the most compassionate hearts…’

She says:

‘My beloved master,

would you say that the way of the warriors -

still have its place in today’s society?’

The master replies:

‘If an old way can still serve you good-

Take advantage of it even though the others ridicule it;

If an old way can no longer serve you good-

Discard it no matter how highly it was regarded once;

Consistency without flexibility is just rigid foolishness,

Flexibility without consistency leads nowhere either!

The way of the warriors -

is NOT just the way for the battlefields during the war times,

it is also the way of life! ’