Leaves on a River

We are all nothing

But leaves in our own rivers.

 

On different trees

On different banks.

 

Until the wind blows us down

Into the wild rapids below.

 

Tumbling and turning !

Yet unsinkable, we float on.

 

Sometimes slow and calm

Until into the depths of a fall or two we go.

 

We rise back up crumpled and torn,

Yet unsinkable, we float on

 

Into the mouth of the river

Where a sense of tranquility

Greets us along with the sinking sun.


		
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The Sacrament

From the ground you sprout
Looking like little soldiers.
Awakened by the thunderous rain

Natives of the cold hills,
Sometimes stepped on by the silent beast
That roams the hills.

Wearing little yellow caps
and sweating blue,
They have a lot to teach.

Listen and embrace them
and they will open an eye you didn’t think you had.
Millenniums of Spiritual knowledge they bring
and in the language of love they teach.

 

 

Lucy .

A beautiful mistake it is ;
The creation of a wondrous substance.
Who knew ? A fungus of death
Could explore such depths

Awakened you are ;
Seeing, hearing and feeling
Things you thought were impossible.
Comprehend what you can from this spiritual journey

Let it free your mind !
from the clutches of evil that –
wants to keep you blind.
See the world for what it is,
To its very fabric

Break out of the system.
And become the shamans
of our time .

Passion Fruit

What is it ?
In a world where
Love and lust is one
There is no clear definition

A taboo ? A marketing technique ?
A business ? The devil’s deed ?
How has such a sacred act;
The merging of two souls
To create a third

Gotten so tainted
by the likes of our filthy minds
Let us accept that it is only natural

It is time to return it to the pedestal
And change the way we think,
For it is not to make lust but to make Love

The Primordial Ocean

Cosmos, the Ocean of Oceans
Where everything and nothing;
Known and unknown
Exists in divine unison.

It is chaos, it is order,
Forever in motion;
Tranquil as ever
Where birth and death is one.

When will we realize?
We are all but one;
Fire and water
Sun and moon.

Like two children
Born of the same mother
What may seem so different
May not be as different as we think

The cosmic yogi;
The poison he contains
In his blue throat
Is not separate but one.

For you are the universe
As much as the universe is you;
Know thyself
and you shall know the universe.