The source

Step into this mind.

cross their fields and rivers.
where words
are sprouting flowers of silences
nourished by sunrises of love.

step into the caves of thought
let them become still in your meditation.

sit by the vallies and hill
where no tomb can bury your freedom.

is'nt every death
denuding you more and more
freeing from the particles of your thinking.
For, where you have been walking the more naked you got to be.

in the begining
the stripping is painful
the psychic skin has got its nerve endings
deeply embeded in the past
creating new skins in time.

Is dying an event ,
Or is it a way of being?


Step into this soul.
but,How to come in?
there is no way of knowing .
there's no map.
except the one that you'll be forging.

Thus
your knowing me
will be
as you trace it.

If, as a wall you chose to come
you'll coming in -will confront you.
If, as a river you chose to come
how beautiful that flow will be.

How have you choosen to step in?

The blood in your heart
is made of love and beauty.
which makes everything so easy
even the hardest pathways will surrender.
So
your holding on to me does'nt make my weight heavier.


Heaven- there is'nt.

where we meet
won't the heavenliest of heaven's be unfolding.?

we are one anothers mirror.
what mingles in you, mingles in me.
what melts in you melts in me.
what carries you from here to there,
those same movements
will be here again
to shift us as the sands on dunes.

in your breathing is my breath.
in your loving is my love.
in you living is my life .
in your dying is my death.

Say it then,
to the tree in you
whisper it, to its wind.
Sing it to the birds.
Kiss it to the ground.
Fill it with the universe that has been filling you all this time.
Futile it is to kill -what cannot die.
Futile it is to detest- what hatred cannot touch.
Futile it is to exhaust before that which the labour cannot give.

Step in where minds have vanished
Stay sunk in the namelessness of these silence.

step into this heart
it will give you love.