i made rounds and rounds upon your shrine,
not thinking of entering your door,
when i first intended to enter,
i could not find the entrance,
when i found the entrance,
i stood outside for eons past, thinking i was already inside,
now before you, i cried in shame,
and my only consolation is from this dis-illusionment,
even now i have not tasted a morsel of your wisdom,
even now i have not decided embarking on the journey
towards my own freedom

i remain, where i am, lost in the ocean of confusion
i remain, standing at your doorstep, bewildered
i ask myself, what pulls me from behind,
what hinders me from stepping forward,
i bow down before you
fearful that
i am losing even the glimpse of Light
in the deep shadows of my ignorance

How to heal a broken heart ?

Do not have to try to heal a broken heart. Stay with it like your closest friend. Keep it company and give it your most loving attention. One day, this friend will bid you goodbye, and you will know that she has grown stronger from your love.

01.05.2008

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What is my Path Home?

Your path is right before your eyes, where you are already standing. Keep to a mind free from distractions, keep a mind that is always loving and kind towards yourself. This is the greatest asset on your journey Home.

01.05.2008

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No one knows how a kite burns. Knowing that it’s rice paper nature is so vulnerable. Yet it forges in the wind, adapting its heights while spreading its wings. The high rise concretes are a pain, when Wheel of Fortune lands it crashing. The tattered and torn need a makeover, and in its burning, realises its fire.