Same Essence

Fragments of one another are the human race
That in creation they are of one essence.

Persian Poet Sa’di (1184 - 1291)

Stop: Drink This Wine

You pilgrim, stop
You lover, stop
Sit with us and drink this wine.

There is no need to wrestle
There is no need to worry;
As it is in the moment that you shall find the temple.

Consciousness

Consciousness is the state of being aware of existence, emotions, thoughts and surroundings. Awareness is the consciousness of something for what it is. It is a state of being that is defined only by knowing. When the consciousness rises, the universe is redefined.

This flood coming from your mountain
Filling every gap, every village
Destroying the farms and the lands.

I fall asleep, overwhelmed
I dream of you while being awake.

These thoughts you killed
These ways you changed
These streams you left behind.

All I can feel is gratitude.

The Universe is Beautiful

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Thoughtlessness

The girl asked:
What is thoughtlessness?

You have been swimming in the ocean of thoughts
You know how it feels.

You have been running in the meadow of emotions
You know how it feels.

What if just for a moment, just for a second
You stopped swimming? You stopped running?

What if in that moment, the time stopped;
No breathing, no movement.

Then you shall see perfection; beauty
Then you shall know; the ocean within you is bigger than the universe.

All in that one moment.

Beauty is That Fragrance, Right is That Peace

I smelled a rock once
Pealed my orange and read a book.

That fragrance blew me away;
The orange and the rock.

I rested with peace on the rock
Watching the words go pass my eyes.

Speak to me the sky asked;
Tell me of the beauty and the beast
Tell me of the right and the wrong.

I closed my eyes and answered
What you seek I cannot give
What you need I do not have.

The rock mumbled:
Beauty is that fragrance, beast is who that cannot smell it
Right is that peace, wrong is that which cannot be in peace.

The universe shook and everything turned into dust;
Who are you to judge me?

Memories

Was it me? Or was it us?

How could I ever forgive
How could I ever forget
My heart is not strong enough.

They attack one after the other
These happy memories of the darkness.

They shall be mine forever
Hunting me in my lucid dreams.

This Song I Sing for You

He walked on the payment
Kicked the little stones one after the other.

He sang to himself:

Lala lala lala
Give me all that is
Give me all the sorrow.

He listened to the rainbow, to the rain.
The earth spoke to him:

Why you ask for sorrow?

I carry this burden of guilt
I need it to sooth my pain.

The sun said:

I shall give you all that is
Carry it with you till eternity.

He laid on the fresh grass
Smelled the sorrow.

He continued singing:

Lala lala lala
This sorrow I carry for you
This song I sing for you.

Difference between Intelligence and Wisdom

There is a subtle difference between intelligence and wisdom:

With intelligence you need to process the information with reason first, then comes understanding.
But wisdom is a state of "knowing" where there is no need for understanding; no need for reasoning.

Story of a Girl

There once was a girl
Who gave away her heart

Ripped it from her body
and torn it apart

The heart was lost
But the love was not

She loved and loved
Till eternity, without a heart.

Story of My Life

Listen to the waterfall
It is the sound of water falling on water

Listen to the birds
Some caged. They sing of prison; of sadness
Some free. They sing of life; of abundance

I was caged once. In a prison of my own.
I spoke of guilt; unfairness.

This is your story too.

That Dolphin

I dreamed of a dolphin once.

She looked me in the eyes but spoke no words.
She told me to open my wings.

I flied that day; with the dolphins.

It was her eyes that talked; my eyes listened.

Mind: The Joker of My Life

I once digged deep deep inside.

I found nothing; only that my mind is the joker of my life.

A deep strange voice said:

“Who are you to wake me up?”
I had no answer.

“Why have you come?”
Silence; was my answer

Beauty of Writing

There is a certain beauty in writing; it is not me that writes.
I sometimes wonder; when did I start to write? I never wrote before.

There is a certain mystery in writing; I don’t choose the words.
I again wonder; how do I write then? Why do I write?

It is for sure that I only write when my heart is open.

The Heart

Think of the ocean, it is beautiful.
Think of the forest, it is beautiful.
Think of the fire, it is beautiful.
Think of the earth, it is beautiful.

Everywhere that I look is beautiful.

But the heart is something else. Heart is joyful. It is happy. Heart is pleasant, it smells good. It feels good, it tastes good.

The heart is the only beauty that when I cherish it, it cherishes me back; seven fold.

The heart is the station in which my light illuminates. When it illuminates it speaks. It speaks of truth, of love; a different love.

The heart is like a lightning, it is sudden but it is bright. Sometimes ocean, sometimes forest, sometimes fire and sometimes earth. But it is the breeze that sooths my thirst; it touches. It makes me soft.

"It" is not the right pronoun; "I" is.