Poems
Again my plans are failing and
I find myself inside another unexpected adventure
spontaneously organised by immaculate design,
The careful creation of Maha Maya.
Suddenly I am in an ordinary play,
Cast in the role of the extraordinary.
Mistakenly happening upon a precision plan,
an abstract meeting on a mundane day of Glory.
An everyday conversation evolves to the profound,
and I become the instrument of this simple gift.
“Ask and you shall receive”, I tell her,
“Desire the truth in your heart.”
My hands outstretched, above those of this stranger,
Eyes closed, attention on high.
In a moment Love’s cool breeze dances
in globes between our palms –
And a smile rises high
on the enlightened face
of my newfound sister.
Melissa Richard
(Photograph courtesy of geekphilosopher.com)
I look back; I see
that once I knew who I was
and now I know that I am not.
I look ahead; I see
that I do not yet know who I am
and now I know that yet I am not.
Then who I am I know not,
But for this moment
I know I am.
Melissa Richard
These beautiful things that flow about like commas in the sky
are serendipid moments bumping into each other,
and they can never be imagined
no matter how hard you try.
These wonderful things that are dancing through the ether,
are timeless quotations arriving at the exact moment
to crystalise a thought that has
barely taken its birth.
These precious things drift upon the stream and arrive at your feet
like a child delivering nothing but joy
and talking with her eyes in a way
that adulthood forgets.
These eternal things weave through and through the universe
like melodies echoing from ear to ear,
bringing fond scents and reminiscences
and dissolving into time.
These glorious fleeting things escape our earnest intentions,
and are grasped not with will, but synchronicity.
They are prophets busy reminding us that we
are flowing with the beauty of things.
Melissa Richard
(Photograph: geekphilosopher.com)
As Gurus we contain our attention, not allowing it to fritter away on frivolity;
It is contained in the Bhavasagara ( the Void); we can call this “the sack”.
The Void within the sack is filled when our attention has been crystallised into kernels of Love,
By the catalyst of Pure Desire.
Perpetually full, the sack is kept open by the heart, and emptied, two compassionate handfuls at a time,
With dewy eyes and gentle smiles.
Avdhut
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