You have to open your heart
very-very wide to allow
the light of truth sneak in;
the music of divinity pour in;
the fresh spring air of the new reality
blossom up fully in you.
To allow this evolution,
you don’t have to break mountains,
All that’s needed is to be
open-doored and open-hearted.
More blooming.
It happens when you welcome life
with the widest bear hug!
This is expansion!
Then a playful tug of the gentle air
will aid in further expansion!
A drizzle of ecstasy will occur!
The petals will fly away
to be a bigger part of a larger dimension!
The smile doesn't die.
It acquires a broader plain.
इसको कहते हैं खिलना।
इतना खिलना की
बिखरना सिर्फ खिलने का अगला,
सुखद चरण मात्र बनके रह जाए।
पूरा खिलने के बाद बिखरना अर्थहीन हो जाता है।
होने और ना होने के द्वंद के परे है संपूर्णता से होना।
जियो जीवन भर के, पूरा खिलो।
पीड़ारहित बिखरना तभी संभव है
जब आपने खिलने में सब कुछ अर्पित कर दिया हो।
Sometimes love has to act
outside the boundaries of social law,--
the sharply calculating basis
of the customized decree,
And gift oneself the unique commandment;
allowing oneself just pure love,--
awakening into a new self,
an uncustomized, exclusive existence.
Not all hearts are breakable;
only some are,
The unbreakable hearts are the stony forts
for safekeeping falsehood
and debilitating conventions,
It’s the breakable hearts
that have the fluidity and mellowness
to seep and creep
out of the curtailing maze
and give you the gift of a distinctive being
in a fresh, unused cast.
With black and white in the head
and a rainbow in the heart,
weighed down by hate
and uplifted by love,
I feel neither vertical
nor horizontal,
It feels like
being in a different plain.
Sharing love is like sharing roots,--
groping around;
entwined to seek soul’s nourishment
from connections and relationships,
The fine web of existence,
intermingling destinies:
the meeting bodies being the earth;
love the web of their entangled roots;
and their souls are the nourished ones.
The shine, light and glow from within
peeping through her eyes,
Raising inspiration
to fulfill my dreams,
With fullness of desire in my chest,
if I don’t love myself,
who else will love me?
And if not now, then when?
