My love for you
Like an eternal flame
Has never flickered
Or wavered
Or waned in intensity
My love for you
Is incandescent
And uncompromising
It will not abate
For it is infinite
My love for you
Punctuates my days
And haunts my nights
It is always present
And just a mere breath away
My love for you
Is such a gift
And such a curse
It sets me free
And keeps me tethered
My love for you
Like the rising sun
Will not retreat
Or decrease its radiance
There is one love
That eclipses all others
It arrives without warning
And changes everything
You are never the same
There is one love
That eclipses all others
It steals your heart
Like a thief in the night
And leaves you forever captive
There is one love
That eclipses all others
You will know when it comes
There is no other love
That will ever surpass it
Or hold a candle to it
It turns everything upside down
And right side up at the same time
There is a love
That eclipses everything
But, be careful what you wish for:
It will possess you entirely
the river calls
and I return once again
the river calls
and I return
wondering what the future holds,
and what for me
in time, will unfold
the river calls
and I return
not sure what to answer
or even what to ask
the river calls
it is hard to see
and harder still to know
what will come
and what will be
but once more
the river calls
and still it flows
the river calls
and I return once again
but it is a different river
they say you never step into
the same river twice
the river calls
and I listen, hearing
Mary Chapin Carpenter singing
softly inside my soul:
“I found myself between two places neither of them home
I could not recognize the faces
I've never felt so alone
I found myself between two choices - to settle or to run
All my life I've heard the voices
This time mine's the only one...
I wanna feel what the wind feels like
I wanna go that high and feel no fear
except being down here,
Holding up the sky...holding up the sky
Life astounds us in an instant
Changing all we know
Blink just once and then you've missed it
All you can do is watch it go...
I found myself between two lifetimes
The sunset and the dawn
I reached out and took the life-line offered up to me
between here and gone...”
the river calls
and I answer its summons once again
The Moon is Full,
Saprema.
Guru Purnima.
My Heart is Full,
Saprema.
Guru Purnima.
My Life is Full,
Saprema.
Guru Purnima.
My Path is Full,
Saprema.
Guru Purnima.
My Soul is Full,
Saprema.
Guru Purnima.
timid toes step into the soothing
and foaming surf, so warm
as it rushes in—
eagerly lapping at my feet
under a moonlit sky,
so deliberately slouching
towards the expression
of a full moon, that is yet
to be fully birthed this month…
a waning day it is now,
a joyous one to celebrate
a harvest of blessings—
such as the birthday of a radiant
and magnificent soul,
beloved to many, born on this day,
which also marks the passing
of her own cherished father—
celebrating his own birthday
into an eternal life of bliss
and of endless Divine Love,
on this very day as well!
and still more unexpected blessings
arrive, and are sent and received,
uniting hearts everywhere
within a community
to which I proudly belong—
increasing and multiplying the yield
of this rich harvest of blessings,
upon so many blessings…
other birthdays, of beloved friends
from many stages of my life converge
as well, rendering this week one
of endless celebrations for the gift
and beauty of each individual soul!
I stand fiercely, firmly planted in the ocean,
In the late of night, when I can no longer see,
greeting the waves, surging forth confidently
towards me, without the slightest hesitation
under the dark ink of an indigo sky
pierced by the smile of the silvery moon—
while my heart swells with gratitude
for a harvest of blessings!
How can I love more?
It is possible?
Why has this love not diminished?
Instead, it grows stronger
With every day
And every passing year…
Hafiz once asked:
“My dear, how can I be
more loving to you?
How can I be more kind?”
And I wonder,
Even though this love of mine
For you, continually grows
And deepens, still I ask—
How can I love you even more?
It does not matter if you love me back.
Though I suspect, that somewhere
Deep inside your heart,
You have locked away
The love you cannot give…
I believe, that like Rumi:
“This longing you feel for this love
comes from inside you.”
This love is there,
Perhaps unacknowledged,
Slowly growing—
Your soul tends to its delicate garden,
Unbeknownst to you—
Blossoms silently blooming…
Like them, I am:
“I am a layer between layers…
A breath in between breaths…
A sigh…A pause…”
I am content to be the that silent pause—
Between the breaths you take
And between the sensual beats
Of your own heart…
“I bear it because I need to…
I love because I have to…
I live because—
I am not finished with you yet…”
Yes, I bear it because
I have no other choice
In this lifetime of ours—
Star-crossed lovers,
Not meant to be…
And yet, I am not finished
With you yet…
I long and ache to love more—
Knowing it will not be met in kind,
For it cannot and will not be…
Yet,
“From my deepest wound
grows the greatest flower.”
Did I ever love more?
I know I have not.
But I also believe
That no one has loved you
More deeply or more truly, either
I am content to have loved you so,
Even though it is from afar.
Somehow, my own heart know that:
“Light awakens the darkest heart—
and brings dawn to the soul…
It is in your eyes.”
My love is reflected in your eyes—
Whether you know it not,
And whether you choose to see it
Or not. It does not matter…
It is there nonetheless…
How can I love you more?
Is it possible?
Why has this love not diminished?
Why does it continue to grow
Without restraint, and exponentially?
How can it not?
This love expands
And fuels my very existence
And saturates my soul—
It is breath
Of my breath…
I am alive.
I am love—
Consumed in love.
How can I love more?
I look into your eyes—
And lose myself
In their clarity and profundity
I look into your eyes—
They are not the color
Of the bright skies above
But of the inviting,
Deep, and yet pale hue
Of the Caribbean Ocean
I look into your eyes—
And remember my True Nature,
And all I had hoped to become
Beyond every memory
And Spirit Journey
That still has yet to be
I look into your eyes—
And I see Recognition
Reflected back to me,
For Yogananda taught
That souls bring back
Their dearest and most cherished
To become companions, receiving,
Dispensing, and sharing lessons,
Over the course of Time
I look into your eyes—
And I see
Who I am—
I see you
And I see me
And I see the One
Who dwells behind all eyes
Remember who you are.
Always.
Who am I?
I the Beloved’s
And the Beloved,
Is mine.
I am always precious
In His Eyes.
When I do not remember
Who I am—
I am subject to despair.
When I do not remember
Who I am—
I feel immense sadness.
But, I am the Beloved’s,
And He sends me
An unexpected message
In a mystical love poem
By John of the Cross,
Who asks, in my own voice:
“’I am dying Darling,
what should I do?’
And the Beloved responds,
‘Then die my sweetheart—just die.
Die to all that is not us;
What can be more beautiful?’”
Love has a color.
I heard it in a song today:
“Love is your color.
It makes you shine.
I know, I know…
So shine your colors.
It comes from inside.
Everything else
Is black and white.”
Love is my color.
And your color—
Each one is unique.
Love has as many colors
As there are souls, I think.
“I see your true colors shining through.
I see your true colors—
That’s why I love you.
So don’t be afraid
To let them show your true colors.
Your true colors are beautiful—
Like a rainbow.”
My love has a color.
And it is your color too.
Let’s blend them together
In a such a way—
The sun will always shine through.
(Excerpts from “Love is Your Color” sung by Jennifer Hudson, and “True Colors” by Cyndi Lauper)
My soul’s thirst
Finally finds satiation
In words penned, centuries ago
By Teresa of Avila—
A Love Poet,
So in love with the Divine:
“I have stepped from that region in me
that did not love all the time.
There is a divine world of light
with many suns in the sky.
I slept with my Lord one night,
now all that is luminous
I know we conceived...”
Her passionate outpourings
Of ecstasy, bordering on insanity
Speak to my heart,
In ways most indescribable:
“A woman's body, like the earth, has seasons;
when the mountain stream flows,
when the holy thaws,
when I am most fragile and in need,
it was then, it seems,
God came closest.
God, like a medic on a field, is tending our souls...
And God is always there, if you feel wounded.
He kneels over this earth like a divine medic,
and His love thaws
the holy in us.”
I want His love
To thaw my heart,
And my soul—
Healing it from its constant
Smoldering, slow burn—
Like an Eternal Flame
Never to be extinguished
“His hands can shape through ours,
and our sounds can somehow echo
what God has never said,
for the Divine is really speechless,
it is too in love to chat...”
I strain to hear God’s Silence,
Spoken in my depths
And in the Soul
Of the One I Love,
Whom I do not Know
On this Earth Plane,
And who renders me Incomplete.
And yet, in some undefined
And unexplainable remembrance
From another Time and Place,
I know:
“When He touches me I clutch the sky's sheets
the way other lovers do...
Any real ecstasy is a sign
you are moving in the right direction,
don't let any prude
tell you otherwise.”
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