Be the light..

Picture Courtesy: Internet

He stood there
Head down
Feeling small
Counting his uphill climb
Imagining how painful
His journey is going to be.

That is what
He saw each of climbs as.
As, that is what
He was made to see
All his life.
Fed up,
He questioned god,
Asking, why was he playing with him?

Apparently, god appeared
And, said,
“You don’t see what you are.
And, what you are
Is this magnificent presence
That has lit these stairs.
Your presence is the necessity
To all time and effort
That you will give to climb.

All that later,
Take pride in your presence first.

You won’t understand me
And my beautiful creation
Which is you,
Until you stop believing
What people have
Made you feel
About yourself,
About these climbs.

Walk away from anyone
Who limits your being.
Shun away each of your
Beliefs that contracts you,
Your expression,
Your reach,
Your effort.
Be the light I made you,
And, not the belief that
The world gave you.”

Advertisements

Rise each day..

Picture Courtesy: Internet.

The sun, the day.

It has risen,
Even if,
You want it to or not.

It will advance,
Even if,
You want it to progress or not.

Love-light

Picture Courtesy: Internet

The sea was still.

But, now, she arrived
In all her majesty,
Carrying for him
Her glorious
Love-light.

Her shimmering shadow
Lit sea’s heart forever,
Creating ripples
All through his being.

While this was happening,
Far away, secretly,
The romance was overlooked
By the silent dark hills,
Playfully wandering clouds,
Turbid dense blue sky,
And, its night watchman, i.e.
The ever-fascinated moon,
Which was shining
In the love-light of its beloved
Sun.

Pouring down as love..

Picture Courtesy: Todd Hido

That evening
It was dark enough
for me to hide
from my surrounding.

Ends or Turns?

Picture taken from the internet.

About to reach

the end of my path

the end that I for long

longed for.

But, the end

has played me into

yet another path

that is long

with another visible end.

All my perceived ends

have forever been

only turns

hiding from my vision.

And, I have known

that it’s not an end

and just a turn

only upon turning.

Overwhelming absence..

Picture Courtesy: Felipe Correia

I stand here

Overwhelmed; With what,

I don’t know!

All embracing us…

Picture Courtesy: Anja Buehrer

I raise my arms and rise your wings.
You fly and I take a flight.
We are a being, two in form.
Our experience of pristinity isn’t distinct.
Mesmerized, as we both are,
Your silence knows my tears.