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Rise
in Love
How you ache and how you hurt,
when you fall in love;
You doubt, you question,
but you do not know.
What is there to know you know,
As you rise in love.
No doubt, no question,
you know that you know,
Love is Freedom beyond duality
- Meera
Sharma
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A
Journey Through Clouds
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When life moves through the clouds, It is like a
divine silence filling the inner void of one’s
aloneness.
Soft fluffy clouds, kind and comforting clouds,
rolling over the immense and strong, blue depths
of infinite sky.It is like a playful child seeking
the security of mother’s loving embrace.
Or, it is like a beloved’s restless efforts
for trying to emerge in her lover’s strong
embrace.When life moves through the clouds, look
in your heart to learn what it means for you.
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Silent Love
I have seen the fragrant perfume of those eyes.
With a blossom-like smile and brightness of divine-light,
Under the shades of those lashes, reside the secrets of soul.
I have seen the fragrant perfume of those eyes.
The silence of those lips speaks to me of the hidden treasures of unspoken secrets of heart.
Its dew-like fresh and innocence flows timelessly in the depth of my soul.
I have seen the fragrant perfume of those eyes.
Love is not a sound, love is not a voice, love waits not and wants not. It flows boundless beyond control, love is soul felt silence.
I have seen the fragrant perfume of those eyes.
I am afraid to reach out to touch thee, since somewhere in the depth of my heart I know, It is beyond words and meanings, it is love.
And love is love, just love, nothing else but love.
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Because
it is Deep
My those deep emotions were the recognitions
of your soul. What you understood as love was your
imagination. The voice of heart which appeared in
your eyes, was that an illusion?
Can the voice of the eyes be deceiving?How one can
know what is real and true when even soul can be
deceived?
Where to go then?
Where can one find the fine line between love and
deceit?
Love is true love when it is blind, deaf and mute.Because
it is deep like the darkness of the underworld.Where
you can not see anything, hear or say anything.Just
feelings and silence.
Such are my emotions, born through the darkness
of my closed eyes.For ever and ever my these emotions
will be the recognition of your soul.
25/10/97
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Sentiments
When you smiled I heard it loud and clear. It was like thousands of temple bells ringing at the same time.
Your silence had magical melody, which put me into trance. Waves of thee melodies carried me beyond many universes.
Tenderness of your persona filled my heart with most unique fragrance.
Divinity of this perfumed fragrance is residing within me like an eternal
Flame.
Sound of your voice had all colours of rainbow. Awe and illuminating brightness of these colours guided me through darkness to find my own destiny.
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Crystal
Feather
When love turns heart feather like soft,
There is no control over its destiny,
It seeks the heights of sky,
Never to be limited and captured by mind.
So enriched in creativity, I had a vision,
A vision of a star, coming down from the sky.
Star turned into an angel as it came closer,
Angel in white gown had transparent wings,
Gliding down from the sky as it landed,
I realised I was that angel.
In my hands I was holding a feather,
A very delicate, magnificent crystal feather.
Like Shiva, was sitting a Boddhisattva man in meditation,
The worthy one to receive this crystal feather,
Filled with immense anxiety, I extended my hands
To pass this feather where it belonged.
Boddhisattva man received it with the grace and
honour
It so deserved.
The glory of joy and peace filled me,
As if I had reached my smadhi.
Angel vanished into immeasurable depths of serene
blue sky,
Perhaps never to be without love of Lord
08/07/01
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Traveller
I had my eyes closed or was it that I couldn't see the direction of my destination
I felt a push from behind or was it gravity of my destiny calling me to move forward to face the reality
As I moved forward blinded with the darkness of my closed eyes, first time I felt awareness of my moving steps
Am I nervous, afraid or too cautious, moving too slow
Why my arms stretched out in front of me, as if trying to find a support in my journey unknown
Is it my imagination or at last I have received a long awaited support of those welcoming hands.
I am no longer alone, I am no longer afraid.
Have I reached my destiny while I was still wondering about my direction in life?
While I was traveller on my journey to this life, I had my eyes closed, my direction was that push from behind and my destiny was those firm supporting hands who received me
I am the traveller of many such journeys through dark lonely roads
I do not know how many more such journeys I will have to make before reaching the ultimate destiny of true life.
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Longings
Longings of my lonely heart, say something, or
do you not hear anything?
There are things unheard and unsaid that could only
be understood by heart.
Longings of my lonely heart, with your beyond
control passions and desires, how to make you
understand.
If you still remained unconscious, your tender
feelings will be hurt and heart be bruised.
Oh lonely longing heart, all pleasures and
joys of life are only a mask to cover sadness,
Who could tell by looking at a beautiful bud whether
it is sad or happy.
Oh longings of my lonely heart…say something
or do you not hear anything?
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Window into my soul
One day troubled by my own desires, discontentments and fears
I started wondering if there was any let in my soul to find the answer to my problems
My wish was soon to be fulfilled, when I closed my eyes I could see a window opening through my heart and into my soul
New maybe, but somehow I remember seeing this window somewhere before
I was curious to look inside this window, yet feared what I may discover
As I drew closer to this window I heard different voices coming from within it
Voices of my past
Voices of my longings
Voices of my losses, pain and anger
I stood there at the window shivering with fear
Trembling with excitement
Wishing I had never wished for this window
Wishing I had never wished for this window into my soul
A window of learning and finding my real self.
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Lotus
(Kamal)
Overwhelmed by the Divine beauty of the lotus,
I desired to be a lotus.
Originating from the very depth of my being,
This desire turned me into a lotus.
I am a lotus now, majestic, magnificent, awesome,
Symbol of ultimate beauty, love and peace
My roots are not inside hard and firm ground,
I am floating on soft ungripping fluid water,
How free this relationship feels,
In water, yet no part of water.
Water is water and I am lotus,
No strings yet so intimate it feels,
Both graced and enhanced by each other.
I realised that, which ties and limits is
not love,
Love is liberation, beyond any attachment.
The mystery of divinity unveiled as magic of love
unfolded,
A silent experience of the beauty of peace within,
Holding me above the waters of the Universe.
I only realised this by being a lotus.
Symbol of ultimate beauty, love and peace.
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Eternal Breath
The Breath I didn't take
Release me from the pain
The breath I didn't take
Sent me home again
To valleys deep
And pastures green
The Breath I didn't take
Really set me free
The Breath I didn't take
Parted you from me
I will wrap myself around you
In gentle hugs of wind
I'll call you and I'll greet you
Each time the small birds sing
In time eternal we'll be together
But until that time
Please always remember
I'm just a breath away.
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High
& Divine Clouds
Clouds, Soft Light clouds, high and divine clouds.
There is a touch of sadness and a sense of
sorrow in your soft appearance.
Your weightless softness is saying, somewhere
you have lost something very valuable.
Loss indeed, pain and sorrow too.
Is this not the price you paid to gain the heights
of the divine skies?
Moments lost and moments gained,
These are the steps of the ladder of wisdom,
When you seek the experience of bliss and divinity.
Softness comes with sadness, inseparable like
day and night.
Love is the ultimate bright light which you experience
as Bliss,
When you empty the vessel of mind and become a
cloud.
Cloud, which is a creation of fluidity of love
and warmth of heart.
Clouds, soft light clouds, high and divine clouds.
9/8/98
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Creative Spontaneity
Creative spontaneity is divine
Call it Kali, Isis or great mother alike
Light of nature cannot speak
But it buildeth shapes in sleep
The power of the Word..... Aum.
Is human experiencing divine.
The stream flows on its own accord
And flower is red on its own accord
An occuring of creative spontaneity,
It IS divine!
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Ocean
I couldn’t be an ocean but I can be a wave
of the ocean
A wave emerging into another wave and merging in
the other
I was one with the ocean
A vast endless ocean,
A deep-deep powerful ocean.
I was a wave and ocean at the same time
I was deep, weak and strong at the same time
Moved forward by the movements of the waves,
Lifted upwards by the depth of the ocean heart.
I was a wave and the ocean at the same time,
Supported tenderly but securely by the serene blue
sky above,
I was no longer just a wave but ocean as well.
A wild open ocean.
A caring daring ocean.
A deep and weak ocean,
Waves and waves which became Ocean.
I was a wave and the ocean at the same time.
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Nature of Brahma (Khandogya Upannishad)
It is with respect to divinity
That when the fire dies out it goes into the wind,
When the sun sets, it goes into the wind,
When the moon sets, it goes into the wind,
When the waters dry up, they go into the wind,
For the wind consumes them all.
Same is in respect to self, the breath devourers all,
For when I sleep, speech goes into breath,
The eye goes into breath, the ear too,
And the mares, for the breath consume them all.
The two Devourers all: wind among the gods,
And breath among living beings (men)
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Tenderness
Where this tenerness have come from?
Is it the burning love filled heart that entire universe seems so
Beautiful, serene and glowing.
Is it the imagined touch of the beloved, lifting my soul in the air,
Wanting to embrace the universe and to hold it close to my heart.
Is it the spark of your soul that I feel melting under like wax. This melting into nothingness feels so wonderful.
Is this the joy of the tenderness of love that I am nothing but one with everything immense but fluid.
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Golden Cage
A black bird sets herself free
From the restrains of golden cage
Fearful of her freedom
Blindly threshed herself into a pocket
Shocked with her experience
Takes the courage to dive,
Into the uncertainty of Reality
She dives into the depths of sky,
Disappearing, to appear again
To continue the journey of no-distance.
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You made me endless
such is your play -- what can I say?
Emptied and filled me again
with a new life to begin.
On so many mountains and river banks you carried this little flute in your hands, played so many tunes again and again.
To whom could I say?
With your nectarine touch, my heart has lost it's limits,
my utterances are bubbling like a spring.
You are giving me a fistful of gifts
through day and night.
I am only to receive with great delight.
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Open
- Heart
Broken heart, feel your emotions, cry and cry.
Until your emotions turn into ocean.
To find your love you must drown in this ocean.
Do not seek to reach the shores.
You can only find the depth of love by drowning.
Drown by forgetting how to swim.
Find yourself by learning to lose yourself.
Broken heart is an open heart.
Allow deep emotions to flow and know gift of love
is at other side.
Sorrow brings the tidings of joy.
Cry and be joyous.
Oh, broken heart feel - feel your emotions.
25/10/97
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Untitled (Rumi 1210 - 73)
I lost my world, my fame, my mind -
The Sun appeared, and all the shadows ran.
I ran after them, but vanished as I ran -
Light ran after me and hunted me down...
In love with him, my soul
Lives the subtlest of passions
Lives like a gypsy -
Each day a different house
Each night under the stars
I was once like you "enlightened", "rational"
I too scoffed at lovers
Now I am drunk, crazed, this with misery
No one's safe! Watch out!
Reason, leave now! You'll not find wisdom here!
Were you thin as a hair, there'd be no room.
The sun is risen! In its vast dazzle
Every lamp is drowned.
Desperation, let me always know
How to welcome you -
And put in your hands the torch
To burn down the house
You only need smell the wine
For vision to flame from each void -
Such flames from wine's aroma
Imagine if you were the wine.
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This is to my Mum (Vikas Sharma)
That most old, most revered of ladies
The one who does the grafting
Toiling, thinking and strife
Just to make sure things are nice
Here's to your wisdom, strength and vigour
No toil is too much for your old ticker
So let it shine with eyes like water and skin divine
Heal the world to a better place,
Triparsha rule again!
Stay a child with eyes wide open
Living for love and running the gaunt of
Life's great mystery, the endemic void
Fuzed to a great intent
In Shiva's vast meditation.
Here's to the Mata-Yogi
Fulfilling a householders needs
Giving both to sons who will bring forth
Kali-Yuga and all that this breeds
Evil,, death and destination know no light
Before Shakti's divine light
And this is you O mata dear
Holding you love to what is near
The cosmic dance, O plight of plights
If life were like this we both would know nothing
For this is the aim and this is the goal
To no longer live within Karama's shoal.
© 2007 Meera Sharma
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