Poetry

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.

You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.

People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.

The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

(For a Spanish version go here)

My dear girl:

What to do with you… to meet you? 
What to do to recognize you among all those sweating pullovers? 
What kind of opera will commence when you indulge on the tasteless?

Why not to write about it and start the ending of those coming and goings, boing-pongs of somewhat the stopping absurd?

Start around yourself. Write about you, for you, so I know you.

From your lips I want to read that which flashes on my eyes from your fingers. Tastes good…    

And I rest now on you again. As I told you once: "please, don't go again", I tell you now "thanks for coming by".

As I can tell, by being in Love, you never went away.

With a hug, 

Ari

Looking at sorrows around,

my nature wants to heal the passage.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

When I know I am me, I am suffering!

When I know I am One, I am Love!

When I know I am Nothing, I am Wisdom!

And my life fluctuates between the three.

Which makes me a friggin' confused individual!

-Russellji

(http://christananda.blogspot.com/)

Too much, too much!
And everybody wants to hear it twice...

Too much, too much!
And is exploding in the hands...

Then rises to the sky
without standing for a second
in, then mind...

Then explodes in the shine
and everything is blind.

Seems the wolf like to stare
up the hill to the hug
that casts out our shape.

Behind, the clouds are falling
my dive into your side
they wouldn't shade.

The cricket stops for a drip
when our secret shines.

But he didn't slept tonight
upon his starve.

Upon his starve...

Let's walk side by side...
Let's walk side by side...

Let's walk side by side...

He's on rush in my lap
smiling on the cold dew
in doubt...

Love, heaten from inside
it's cold and we shall walk there
or die.

Let's walk side by side...
Let's walk side by side...

All, all is affirmation.

Yes from the azure sky,

and yes, the blue of the sea,

oceans, heavens, azures,

in sea-foam and breezes,

repeat without ceasing

the one syllable joy.

One yes answers another.

Long repeated dialogues

we hear over the sea

from world to world: yes.

We read in the air

long yeses, lightning flashes,

of white storks' feathers,

like the soft snow falling,

Open yourself to Mother.
Smell a flower,
let a tree look into your eyes
the moon will follow.

Open yourself to a smile.
The feelings will fall into the space
of two eyes connected,
giving, receiving, being one.

Give back what you received.
You'll find there's no limits
where everything starts
and the stars gave you life.

Realize the beauty of this jorney.
Is for you to learn,
for that to be with you.

Open yourself to Love
and the rest will be given.