Category: Poetry

I offer You
my fear,
because I know
You can hold me.

I offer You
my longing,
because I know
You can fill me.

I offer You
my Self,
because I know
You can love me.

In the darkest corners
of my being,
I find Your breath
that breathes me.

You are the offering
and the receiving,
the Soul of the World,
and my Becoming.

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Navaratri is coming, although She has never left…

Jai Mā 🔻🔱🔺

Maybe,
if I stay still,
You will move me.

Maybe,
if I stop searching,
I will find You.

Hearts
know
about
Love,
they don’t need purpose,
or action.

In the dark and deep void
of silence,
unknown collides
with known.

In the breathless paradox
of surrender,
we give birth to ourselves
once more.

Here it was,
where it has
always
Been.

The answer
that was
in the question,
all along.

The idea of
“I”,
the idea of
“me”,
flowing in a stream
of memory.

Becoming is Being
when seen with
the eyes
of the Soul.

The river that
comes
back
Home.

Reverie
of a longing
contained
in a past
only remembered
because it seemed
Lost.

But it was never lost,
only forgotten;
concealed
to experience fully
what it is to become.

¿Who Am I,
if not only
the eternal
Unknown?

The voice within
is still a voice nonetheless…

A particle of light playing the game of Being.

Reflection, in all senses,
mirrors the path of the heart.

It’s in becoming that we truly find
what was never lost.

An anchor that allows stillness
in the depths,
and flow
in the surface.

How many identities must be shed
before we can hear the roaring waves?

How many more,
before we can rest in
Silence?

Below the surface,
down below in the depths,
beyond the crashing waves
of superficiality,
is where I can breathe.

Above the surface,
floating in the ripples
of the burning light,
too bright to see clearly,
is where I drown.

Beyond the surface,
beyond the depths,
where darkness shines its own light,
where opposites unite,
is where I Am.