Sunday, November 30, 2014


It occurs to me how futile it is to fret
And pine and yearn in endless ways
For that which is most elusive 

What is to be
Will be
What is not will not

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Midnight chats with Shah

"So how did you lose yourself?" He asked

I replied-

"I was unhappy...
Deeply sorrowful
So I did the unthinkable-
Fell into the pain and lost myself
The only thing I lost was my ego image
And all I gained was myself..."

Love flame

The color of my love
Fiery orange flaming
Not a timid simmer softly glowing
But a wildfire raging
Burn with me
Into nothingness