Counting the souls

Do not count the souls
or anything else
For All That IS is
It's the only One
Do you want to count
the illusions?
Counting itself is an illusion
Be the One and Know the illusion,
the counting will become immaterial

Hearts and waves

Lay bare your wounds
for the waves to wash away
At the beach of Love,
hearts come to rid of pain
Ensconced in the sun rays,
bereft of the anger and hurt once contained in them
The hearts are born anew
and brought ashore by loving waves
Carried by Angels to the shore,
flawlessly each time
The Almighty watches this from above,
sending silent blessings to the torrid souls
The waves don't cease healing
and the hearts don't stop bleeding
Till they are filled,
with Almighty's Divine Love

Serenity

Knowing in your heart that you are secure
in a loving and comforting relationship
Is a boon and a bliss
beyond comparison
Serenity comes when your heart is anchored
and is no more straying
It also comes with Grace
as and when it happens
Everything starts with wishing
but gets realized with faith
Make faith your cornerstone
and all your desires will come to fruition
Make doubt and fear your rudder
and you will founder in the slightest of tempests
The choice is yours,
ultimately

Simran

Simran is not a pose or a process
it is a state
Either you are in it,
or you are Not
Either you be it
or you are Not
You cannot learn it
by repeating something
You just can be it
by asking for Grace
And accepting it
when it comes
Yet for centuries man has tried
to learn the technique,
perfect the technique
and propagate the techniques
Yet none exists
which will satisfy the mind
Yet when Simran happens,
there is no mind.
Yet the words don't end the flow of thoughts,
incessant thoughts
The words inside and the words outside
Being still is the answer,
and all the riddles are solved
Remember - "Thir ghar baiso..."